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Three Dogs and the Black Birds

Scamp, scamp, scamp
went three dogs after the black bird
it was just the break of dawn,
sounds of life could now be heard
a tweet, then a bark
and more dogs came out of nowhere,
it seemed time to come alive,
warm the bones and get some fresh air
then suddenly the dogs stood still
while the birds seemed to mock them

tweet tweet tweet
they fluttered happily against the sky
making long loud shrills of great relief.



A creative nut with endless possibilities to offer the world. Just need to start with one possibility - my words.

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