Birdsong

A short poem. Once upon a time in Regents Park.

 

Sang the sparrow to the tree

It is often said by some

Tho' the wind may rustle your leaves of green

You have the conundrum of the dumb.

A growing need to shout and scream

But here's the rub old chum

This splendid park, won't ever hear your bark

For you sadly lack the means.

Reviews

[Dara]

Love the humor and lightheartedness of this poem. Well done.