Early hours hugging the hangover from hell <br />Brown sofa grey mottled sky.... Stomach swell <br />I lay as I gazed at the final green tree <br />Stood proud as punch inbetween <br />Skeletal brothers scratching the sky <br />One bird two birds three.......four caught my eye <br />And struth 'twas busy the poets favourite space <br />Dogfights and spitfires swifts winning the chase <br />Doves in twos swooning and swooping angelic by <br />Sparrows pigeons whatever whooshed past my eye <br />And poets nostalgia believe feathered flight fancy free <br />Haha <br />That ain't what I see <br /> <br />A battle for space <br />Traffic controllers nightmare <br />As each fought for gaps pon the green tree which I stare <br />I think it was busier than the town Saturday night <br />I thought what a relief I have no worries bout flight <br />I'll stroll down the street to the old grey sea wall <br />Chuck chips to the seagulls <br />Whispering <br />Good luck to you all<br /><br />karen sinclair<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/feathered-fatigue/
