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Finch Food
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Finch Food |
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VAS Member Rara Avis
since 2000-11-16
Posts 7450Oregon |
Finch Food To be a finch could be grand, to float on wing above the land. To sit on perch and nibble lunch beside my friend to munch and munch. To be quite sleek, in summer’s clothes, and puffed-up fine mid winter’s pose To drink from leaves and skitter pools beside the lane, above trout schools. Walter Mitty eat out your heart; you must come to, and play your part. Alas, I see, it’s likewise so, I contemplate how things could go. Not ev’ry home that hangs out food has belled their cat and that's not good! I could be feathers all piled with blood or left to dry in deep, dark mud. There’s always two sides to ruminate, one could be food, not someone’s date. Thus, greener grass, with lure and draw, could stew and choke inside one’s craw. ©August 1, 2002 Whether on the shoal or on the shore, |
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the_loner_23 Member Ascendant
since 2002-06-08
Posts 5479Jacksonville, Florida, USA |
 Cold hands means a warm heart |
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