Kumquats

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The Sulphur- crested cockatoo is a noisy bird

Even in the twilight their squawking is heard

We know their intelligent and live many years

But when one spoke to me softly

Nearly brought on a tear

Now when I say spoke I don't know what he said

But I got the impression he wanted to be friends

Thing is, he was right above my kumquat trees

Each season destroyed by the flying trapeze

Like teenage vandals they tear them apart

Leaving nothing for me, but revenge in my heart

So I'm a little suspicious of my new found friend

A con-man most subtle 

After his own end.

  • Author: Valiantstar (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: March 6th, 2023 04:27
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • Users favorite of this poem: L. B. Mek
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  • L. B. Mek

    a lovely write, dear poet
    (nature vies to serenade us
    we seldom, find the peace within
    to notice; turmoil of mind
    and unsettled emotions, warping
    our experience of existence)

  • Doggerel Dave

    🤣Keep the kumquat trees, otherwise he'll be at your wood work next...............They were here first, though....

  • 2781

    Your right, we need a sacrifice.

  • hzugman

    Nice poem, 2781



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