three birds

A poem a day, in September 2016 – #2

wheeling around
they circle
across a grey sky
bending the air

the flock is one
I know

sharpening his beak
on the high branch

every leaf is gone
this place
is exclusive to
the black and white king
Now Go!

rosella red
thinks I don’t see her
squabble squawk
pretty thing

you mean no harm
what harm could you
from blue

© Frank Prem, 2016

Poem #3:howling moon

5 thoughts on “three birds

  1. Pingback: The Versatile Blogger Award – THE SKY'S THE LIMIT

    • Hi Patricia. Thanks so much for this nomination.

      I consider it an honour, but I’ll pass. I don’t really consider myself much of a blogger, and concentrate more on the poetry side of it.

      What delights me, is that you’ve enjoyed reading some of my work. I can’t ask for more than that.

      Thank you.




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