tagNon-Erotic PoetryFlues : curmudgeon

Flues : curmudgeon

byRazzRajen©

each time
the bird circles high in the azure skies,
He takes another turn    
                                    palpitating,
His nerves shot,
the bird is landing,  what sees, eyes
little squeals of delight,

                                    cantankerous , raucous calls
of the shrikes

amidst it all He spies the
robin,
bird on a wire ,
stretched taut, yearning,
coming in ,
waiting as all would
slowly finding
  

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