David Lewis Paget

Nottingham, England/live in Australia
David Lewis Paget
Nottingham, England/live in Australia
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The Starlings Have To Be Fed!

He’d go to the Square each afternoon
And sit on a bench, near me,
The one that stood in the shaded gloom
Of a brooding maple tree,
He’d roll his brolly and doff his hat
And scatter his bits of bread,
Then when the Keeper would tut, he’d say,
‘The Starlings have to be fed! ’

He’d watch them come in a darkening cloud

And scare the sparrows away,
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Tuesday, April 28, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: horror
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