They don’t linger long, the birds in our garden
Short attention span, they land and they’re off
A short peck to take same souvenir from our garden
Then to spy out the neighbours’ gardens
The grass is always greener must have special meaning to them
Always on the go, as if their wings need continual exercise
©2009
James Hart
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