As he stumbled along, seemed to be dancing
with someone for his eyes alone
left with a sensation of astonished delight
yet pulled upright by the prospect of fright
A tone tickling my ear,
like a feather from the bird
he's sitting there, watching the herd
a stirring in their mids, the sheep start the chase
fumbling with the lock, and finding it open
leaping out, expecting noone
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there they are, everyone!
"G'afternoon miss, how are you?
Fine night, this.
May I ask of you, a kiss?
No?"
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backtrack, retrace those steps.
Find the door, now a gate & climb over,
just to fall face first in the hedge
balancing precariously on the thinnest ledge
leaping out, but caught by the bird
you know, the one that watches the herd?
Why, I never even heard him sing.
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