Linda Studley

Can't Put the Pen Down…


There’s a grouse outside my window
perched in the poplar tree
Taking cover from the rain
beneath the yellowing leaves.

He stumbles through the branches,
flutters and uses his beak
to steady his hop in his ascent
He’s almost as clumsy as me.



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