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The Grammy goes to...

 

eager crickets sing in chorus

at the top of their lungs 

 

gusts rustle leaflets

in the string section of dwarf palms

 

nervous gnat raises his falsetto 

as high as he can

 

dragonfly’s baritone buzz

upstages her wingspan 

 

pileated woodpecker plays his pine 

keeping on the beat

 

tufted titmouse takes her tenor solo

melodic and neat

 

wi...

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The moth with hob nailed boots

 

 

Every night about half past ten

there's tapping ont window

It's the moth with hob nailed boots

trying to find a weak spot before 

he parascends 

through shattered glass.

Nowt will keep this tiger away from lamp

He's kitted out with mess tin and webbing

he's all camouflage and clobber

obvious to the untrained eye

that he's been on manoeuvres behind enemy line...

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Butterfly

Butterfly, flying free
Unaware of its destiny
Butterfly you are truly free
For yours is a path with certainty

You exist within the day
Falling victim to the night
But when the darkest hour comes
There is nothing, there is no fight

So as you flutter by my way
Without a single care
I envy you and your mortality
One such I cannot share

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Homeless Fly

I'm a homeless fly

destined to die

destitute on the sidewalk.

 

No cakes for me on the kitchen side,

no conspiring against humans with my bride.

Left jilted by the absence of bathroom jihad.

 

Everyone speaks of the house fly,

they speak of it as a pest.

But all I have is a piss-stained alleyway

to truly call my nest.

 

I subsist on sic...

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