Black Bird

C.P King
Garden visit, descending on a garden

Full of the first flush of spring

A black bird fleeting to and fro
To catch the glimpse of what to see

From tree to branch, from seat to bough
Waiting, watching, listening to the sounds of the call of his mate not to late

Published by C.P King

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