Jealousy
Some swallow nestle at her eave
Why not mine? My jealousy heave
One swallow doesn’t make a summer
But there is another,another newcomer
When I see the craps on her threshold
Oh! What a farce! A sneer I can’t 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
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Author:
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Comments1
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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