The hoopoe never came this year. <br />Instead, kites have spread <br />Out from the inner city <br />And hover overhead <br />Slowly circling, <br />Waiting to pounce and feed <br />On some small creature, <br />Frightening even the crows.<br /><br />Margery Rehman<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/changing-times-5/
