See what happens?
You finally make an effort
To shrug off Winter's grim shroud
Music, dancing
smiles, joyful tears
and yes, the swifts
Swooping and slicing
through the humid air
skimming chimney pots
Their shrieking and screaming
is, I suppose,
what they excuse as singing
~
n.b. No guarantee of a good summer.
CLP 15/05/2023
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