Singing From A Tree At 4am Poem by Phil Soar

Singing From A Tree At 4am



She sang
I listened
4am
Yet still I listened
Her song was only for me
As she sang from the branches of the tree
By close of day, her song became too much
I took a gun and shot her in the crutch.

Wednesday, July 6, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: birds,funny,gardens
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