Marrying Grace To Comfort Poem by Douglas Scotney
Marrying Grace To Comfort
Re that bird, Black Turd:
I tied a 17 meter length of wool
to near the end of a branch of my plum
and passed it through a window.
I stretched it across the room
and down the hall to my bed,
aka my writing desk.
Now I pull it in comfort
to scare The Turd right out of its head.
Tuesday, January 10, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: fruit,birds,competition
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see 'Competition' for details about Black Turd.
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