InvaderA Poem by MiddlingCouplets.
It’s half past four o’clock
And I will sleep no more. I descend the white gable stair And out to this able garden fair. A milky ocean sky Greeted my tired eyes. I lie among the grass and fade Under a quilt of callous words said. Until something swoops over me And a little did it me trouble. An invader blackbird in the early hours Of this morning so dull and dour. Not for the first time, I find myself A trespasser in a garden where Celts often dwelt. It puts a little trouble in my mind And a memory I can find. Vague figures, blended into the ditch Offended by our very existence. It came to rest on a northern wall Chirping natures call to the cold night morn. © 2010 MiddlingAuthor's Note
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