Jackdaws And Nightingales Poem by Mark Heathcote

What is intransient today is the laughter of children
their noise fills the air like a humming factory
but tomorrow, I'll feel instantly quite differently
their voices will be like heavenly songbirds
and I will question these two separate reactions
with the same heart that experienced their fracas joys
like Jackdaws one moment and Nightingales the next.
And then my soul will perch on a fence
between two schools for extra legitimate balance.

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And then my soul will perch on a fence between the two.