Amy Hollins

(Leeds, West Yorks)

Birdsong - Poem by Amy Hollins

The solo of the nightingale, her sweet extravaganza,
might well be launched in tedium, telling of neglect,
just as your garden-robin, chirping so engagingly
upon the spade - here to stake a claim for tenancy --
would peck the naive daylight out of sentimental eyes.


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Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 2, 2003



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