Saturday, 12 May 2012

Tree

There is a tree at the bottom of my garden
It used to be a tree but now it's more of a bush
At dusk every night it comes into its own
With a freakish shriek, cackle, twitter and groan
It shakes in small patches, rustles, leans to and fro'
By dark it stands silent and you would never know....

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