Hear that?
The deranged fluting
Of squabbling neighbours
In hedgerows, on bushes
Ceaseless bickering
An endless stream
Of chiding and chipping
Away one moves
The others follow
From pillar to post
To willow to fence
Unable to let rest
Whatever the matter be
Resolved or not
There’s always more to add
Or subtract from what’s already said
Not happy until everyone’s unhappy
Are the anti-sociable
Flocking, mocking starlings
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CLP 30/05/2020
