One night last July,from a pale sky did flyto the garden that’s edged by a lawn,a grey bird of preythat deigned to waylayon an urn in the old lily pond.
The hired guy diedwhen it pecked out his eyes.And the gardener ran for his life.The owner’s a gonerwhile going to warn her –and that’s how it got to his wife.
You’ve heard not a word‘bout this curious birdon the verge of a murderous dawn.But no one is immuneto its gruesome tune –and I’ve learned it’s beginning to spawn.
Looking forward to reading more. Great forum. Cool. Guebara
May 11, 2016
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