Darting sparrows in their rippled uniform bumped and scruffed like small kids in the playground
a thrush with a full fat protuberance scooped up another beakful
a robin brash and brave lit the table with his dashing coat
one velvetty blackbird alone with his big head down stepped amongst the torn thorns
and a right pair of pigeons like auntie Vi and uncle Sid ate and ate and ate
all having a swell time
in my garden of plastic delights!
A small poetic piece before Manchester Utd bruise Milan in front of a roaring Old Trafford tonight. Live on ITV1. 19:30. El Beckham will come out for 'the other side' and I dare say will feel a bit like a traitor, albeit a rich, happy, one.
So with my plastic butterfly hanging on the wall, a bundle of birdies tucked in for the night and a spur of the moment literary scribbling on this here blog I shall now get tucked under a blanket and wait for twenty-two men:)
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