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Goldfinch feeding in the rain

   
Crystals on window panes,    
shining pavements, gurgling gutters,    
mirror pools and scurrying clouds    
gaudy umbrellas, pink boots and plastic macs.    
Today the grass looks greener, standing tall,    
wild flowers kaleidoscopic more than Jacob's coat    
Goldfinch on the feeder, eager, sun-flower seeds    
seems not to mind rain dripping from her tail.    
Somewhere dry her brood, three perhaps. Who knows?    
Birds dashing to their nests, I never look to find them.    
Ethnic congregations, narrow chattering streets    
of dripping leaves, dark alleys, ivy on the wall,    
happy in rain or sun,(not so much in winter)    
each day the same no matter the weather.    
(My tea that bit warmer, no milk today,    
bought too much on Thursday    
spoilt the first cup of the day,    
curdled as I poured it. Will I never learn ?)    
Jack's curled on the rug one eye on me    
the other on a walk........    
He knows it’s raining 'course he does    
takes his lesson from the Goldfinch    
feeding in the rain.  
Written by Kexby (john rickell)
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