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May 13, 2016

 

 

In vivid green

with turquoise hue

appeared a kingfisher

out of the blue.

 

So moved was I,

the sight I shared,

as it came nearer

into view.

 

‘If that’s a kingfisher,

I’m Brad Pitt’,

said the protagonist

by my side.

 

‘Ornathology not

your strong point, dear’.

So in silence

we continued the ride!

 

 

In vivid fear

of my next remark

in case this time

I spotted a lark,

 

so moving as it

ascended the sky,

with plumes of grey,

so sleek and dark.

 

My protagonist

now buried his head

in the centre fold

of The Times.

 

Thinking.’God help me –

how long must I endure,

this old bird

and her potty rhymes.’  

 

 

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