Wednesday, May 31, 2017

Borderland Valentine

Once I made a study of a starling
Who turned out to be a grackle
A thief who loved fat beetles
And would goosestep around
The garden in search of them
I called him The Lieutenant
Because of his black leather trench-coat
And because of the way he would
Stop to glare at me sitting there 
And sometimes even demand
To see my papers immediately
If I expected entrance to his land
And how long would I be staying

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