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| This was probably the same Herring gull on our Chimney pots, rather than neighbour's whose pots are not covered. |
September leaves
already turned their shade of pale,
Via winds from north
of frozen tales.
Creatures choose
below and out of way
Where up above tall
trees do sway
Of rubbing limbs for many hours
A broken branch did
fall it’s tower.
Carrion blown in backward
flight
Did seem to be an
unnatural sight.
Poss'd inside a chimney-pot
A Gull takes it’s lot.
Restless behaviour
adjusts to another,
Oh ...the discomfort
looking bird now calling for it’s mate.
"Oh where are’t thou, Gull’s partner, your late" !
When a sudden blaze
shone round to give those...in need...some eego
To brave the whip-lashing
weather that came too soon.
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copyright: lynne shaw (@Lynnibinny)
