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I heard a bird's pretty, irritating tweet
Like an orchestra's tuning up squeak
A nearby man burped meet and greet
A nightingale's famed for its song
It sings so-so, don't get me wrong
But when a bird repeats the same old song
Dawn to dusk, every minute, that's too long
Short-sighted, I enjoy the view
Don't see the litter on the mountain
Hear the pleasant tinkling fountain
Don't see dead fish pond, nor dead leaf fountain.
A city girl, I save in summer sales
Rejoicing I paid five cents less
Whilst others die on deadly mountain trails
Called city search folk in costly distress
I stared in wonder as a child
Now I'm a cynic about the wild
Yet love to travel the world's great scenes
In daydreams based on laptop screens.
I hope you will forgive me please
I dream of falling coounuts, leaves, and trees
And, alas, even more absurd
A morning without a chorus of birds.
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Copyright Angela Lansbury.
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