I sit by the Liffey

Water mirrors the trees

A fox meanders across the bank

Striking terror

A frightened Blackbird takes off

Leaving a trail of fright

Lorries screech at the bridge

I watch two pigeons making love

A bluetit dances before me

And I can almost hear the grass growing

Categorized as Poems

By Timmy Conway

By profession an Accountant By ambition a Politician But by nature a Poet

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