Tuesday, September 28, 2010


13. a poem in which something is opened or closed


Willie wagtail swings on the tilly lamp.
It's 6 am, and he's swingin', the scamp!
Chirpy and quizzical, he checks out the bales
- and constantly flirts with that fan of a tail.

"Sweet pretty creature" he sings in high trills
and I, half-asleep, must lie quite quite still
-  the day has begun with a heartening act -
a wagtail has opened my eyes, that's a fact!

Outside the window, he dives, and returns,
pretends to be settling, then apparently learns
that to swing on the chimes makes a new kind of song.
I leap out of bed, clear that nothing is wrong.

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