Poem by Ernestine Northover
A string of street lamps,
their heads stretching out across the road.
On the top of one, a row of birds sit.
Do you think they are wondering
how far along this appendage
they can shuffle,
before they all fall off the end.
Or do you think that they are thinking of
forming a 'Chorus Line'.
© Ernestine Northover
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