Wynn Wheldon
Wednesday, 7 September 2011
BLACKBIRD
There’s a blackbird on the fence
Still as stone and somehow straight.
The day is cold, the year is late.
I stand and stare.
How sad the sense
Of something so immaculate.
Wynn Wheldon
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