The sun today
has melted
the grey
and set the birds
a singing.
The breeze is blowing
a tease through
the trees
whist a badger
is scraping and coughing.
Now a shower
has the power
to make us all
cower for cover
under the trees,
badger and birds
still can be heard.....
and I
with the sound
of a sneeze.
Waf
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