Some swallow nestle at her eave

Why not mine? My jealousy heave

One swallow doesnt make a summer

But there is another,another newcomer

When I see the craps on her threshold

Oh! What a farce! A sneer I cant hold

Then a drop of warmth on my brow

Hey! Is this the way you say hello?

You are welcome to dwell anyway

Except to sit stool over my doorway

  • Author: arobot (Offline Offline)
  • Published: August 20th, 2020 12:25
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • MaddieJ

    This was so entertaining to read. I love the interaction you have with the swallow as though she is a friend and a fo at the same time.

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