* Edited
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It was clear as daylight
Right from the start
He needed a friend
As did I, heart to heart.
Tho’ his visits took place
In the silence of night.
Regular as clockwork
He would arrive,
Stay the night then depart
In the early morning light,
While birdsong crashed,
Clamouring to wake the dead.
.
©Denise G Allen, 15 October 2013 08:22
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15/10/2013 at 8:57 am
A real beauty… but who was the visitor??
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15/10/2013 at 12:26 pm
A noisy feeder dish?
blessings ~ maxi
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15/10/2013 at 1:33 pm
Aah. Memories, memories …
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15/10/2013 at 2:07 pm
nice…i like the crash of bird song….and find him interesting in his regularity in his visits….begs me to know more…
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15/10/2013 at 6:36 pm
Denise, a beautiful, light and deeply heartfelt poem. Gorgeous! Thank you!
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24/10/2013 at 7:23 pm
A thoughtful, beautiful poem. Thank you Denise
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