Tuesday, March 29, 2011

Red Bird

Red Bird Red Bird
Calling for your mate
Munching on the bread in trees
Is your darling late?
Is she off flying somewhere
in the sky, is she?
Cry Bird Red Bird
You're last to die indeed.
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2 comments:

  1. Edward CarneyMarch 30, 2011 at 8:44 AM

    I appreciate your poetry. And I see by your profile that you've been on Blogger since March of 2010, so happy anniversary.

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  2. Flying Buffalo SauceApril 2, 2011 at 6:51 AM

    Oh. Well thank you very much.

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