Glossy black feathers
Raises his wings in anger
Shrugging his attacker off
Dusty brown feathers
Ruffs his red breast in anger,
The villainous attempt he scoffs.
"Swar-vey" black robber,
Seeking the pure, and perfect.
Trying to luncheon on life.
Little brown Father,
Defends the pure and perfect.
His nest, his eggs, his wife.
Thursday, June 7, 2007
Up! Arise! The foeman is at the gates.
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I have read most of the poems on the first page to your blog...good stuff. Please submit work in March 08 for a journal coming out Jan 09. Visit
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