Strings Poem by Catherine Casey

George brought by his mandolin,

Ready to pluck in G.

Mandy fetched her harp again,

The size of chestnut tree.



Manjit was clutching sitar

Just waiting for the cue.

Empty was the 'torium

Last night's tea was vindaloo.



Seemed all was a capella

Then viola - not dumb.

Mandolin twanged a heart beat -

Distinct melancholy thrum.



Before the day was over

Stringed concert had occurred.

Just no one heard it, -only

Taxidermied miner-bird.