misfit
it slipped in unnoticed
this stiletto sun
slit the morning’s drab dress
under the trees it is consummately
summertime again
drat drat
the magpie thief
has entered the privet intent upon robbery
for the blackbird’s nest has wobbled my eyes
for a while now
the expected sadness
even on a summer morning
a cloud slips across the sun
the blade of nature wiped clean
red in tooth and claw
i sip my tea
another biscuit?
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