Studies have proved
with an enviable ability
My own experience
or rain, is that a bird sings
where it is going
Habit and instinct are inseperable
Unlike me, a bird does not wonder
or not, into some easy death
When a bird sees a cat, as quick as a flash
with alarm and a certain disdain.
Kay McKenzie Cooke
This is a poem I wrote some years ago. I re-discovered it on an old computer - along with a whole stash of poems I'd totally forgotten I'd written. Talk about careless.
(P.S. I have no idea why the stanzas have come out double-spaced, and it's too late on a Monday night to try and fix).
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