a starling sat on the roof
(i don’t know how young)
Croaking in an old man’s voice
Cross with the dapper world

After five minutes or so
It flew away – its grouse over
It was like its feathers
Rough and unperturbed

I don’t suppose it was educated
The other birds ignored it
It was being raucous – yes
And probably obscene

It touched me to the heart
Straight out of a tale
Scruffy bugger metamorphosed
(too dirty with the truth)

It saw its grub somewhere
Dived before others saw it
Its harshness a distraction
The eyes stayed sharp

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