UntitledA Poem by Jonathan DaltonWritten on 21 April 2013making its noise, endlessly, a great tit is perched in a tree across the river. It does it because it is what it does: He, or she, sits, on a branch, and sings; And sings, and sings. He does not get a headache, He just sings, two notes, this one then that one, then this, then that, This, that, this, that, this, that. He sits on a branch and sings and does it because it is what it does, a great tit perched in a tree across the river, making its noise, endlessly, © 2013 Jonathan Dalton |
AuthorJonathan DaltonWindsor, United KingdomAboutWriter and human being. As well as writing poetry, I've written a novel and also write occasional short stories. Being a professional writer is my only career ambition. Check out my website, Like .. more..Writing
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