THE SAME RITUAL EVERY YEAR
IT IS DECEMBER
YOUNG BROWN SWAN
BEING KICKED OUT
HE WON’T LEAVE
HIS COMFORT IS YESTERDAY
HE HAS TO GO
NO MUSIC CHARTS HIS GOING
BITTEN
PUSHED
ROARS FROM HIS PARENTS
SKID ADLE
GO
DON’T COME BACK
WE LOVED YOU YESTERDAY
YESTERDAY IS NOT TODAY
THIS DOOR IS CLOSED
BOLTED
HERON
WE WALKED THE PURE RIVER
IN OUR BARE FEET
SOFT WITH SAND AND PEBBLES
HUNTED PINKEENS
WITH OUR JAM JARS
CAUGHT A REDBREAST
PLUCKED WATERCRESS
BROUGHT IT HOME FOR SALAD.
I MET A WREN
STRETCHED OUT ON THE ROAD
CAUGHT IN AN UNGUARDED MOMENT
TAKEN OUT BY A CAR
IMMEDIATELY QUENCHING ITS RASPING
SMALLEST OF ALL BIRDS
PROTECTOR OF THE WOODS
LIES ON THE GROUND
LIFELESS
I MOURN ITS PASSING
DRUNKEN BEE
I WATCH A BEE
SUCK A THISTLE BLOSSOM
FULL OF OPIUM POLLEN
UNABLE TO MOVE
DRUNK DROWSY HEAVY
WISH I COULD BE AS HAPPY
I PICK A PRIMROSE
LEAVE A TEAR BEHIND
I WANDER BY THE OAK
RINGED WITH DAFFODILS
I WANT TO BE ACCEPTED
IN THESE WOODS
AND REASON MYSELF
IN THE BLUE SKY OF HOPE
How quickly the waters run
Beneath the budding Easter Lilly
You welcome us to the morning
Bringing us peace and tranquility
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