Pied Wagtail Poem by james watkin
Pied Wagtail
On days that went about in
Ragged grey and white
My eye lost its place, in one's
Needle-threading flight.
From fit to hysterical fit
At last I could not fail
To style it. Churning up turf,
Swivelling on its tail!
To want to pet it I would
Cruelly, of said bird
Lose all its present fanning;
Of flight's heat incurred.
Saturday, November 30, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: bird
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