starling by Rg Gregory
a starling sat on the roof (i don't know how young) croaking in an old man's voice cross with the dapper world
after five minutes or so it flew away - its grouse over it was like its feathers rough and unperturbed
i don't suppose it was educated the other birds ignored it it was being raucous - yes and probably obscene
it touched me to the heart straight out of a tale scruffy bugger metamorphosed (too dirty with the truth)
it saw its grub somewhere dived before others saw it its harshness a distraction the eyes stayed sharp
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