Like To Angry Birds Aloud Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

Like To Angry Birds Aloud

Like to angry birds aloud
Shouted the intoxicated crowd
The evening bird stopped to sing
Ruffled the dreamy owl on swing.
Night cold was the warmth of brain
And wisdom was the King of Pain.

Thursday, February 15, 2024
Topic(s) of this poem: birds
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