The World Is Their Playground

by Wolf Haines   Aug 10, 2008


The chuckling banter of playful birds.
Swooping and turning tree to tree,
As if involved in a game of tag.
No branch is left untouched.

Bouncing along the fields in semi flight
Eating newly sown seeds.
Darting bush to bush across country lanes.
No driver is left unshocked.

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