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Boy, Bird, Tree
Robert Hawkins
Standing under a Mulberry tree.
When a Mocking bird dived,
Fluttering around me.
Landing on a near by branch.
The Mocking bird started,
Singing to me.
She is telling me,
This is her nest tree.
And I must leave.
Such a beautiful warning,
I have never recieved.
A more exquisite song,
I have yet to hear.
rlh
Note: Friendship is Honey---
--but don't eat it all.
Robert Hawkins has published 2 more terrible poems since joining on 30/11/99. Read more of Robert's terrible poetry at the anthology. Here are three of Robert's latest works: