A Laffingale

A laffingale sat in the yard,
A winter escapee —
As green and new as life is hard,
And hopping nervously,

I watched him there, and wondered if
His life had gone off-rail,
Or if he was a human he
Would watch a

Laffingale

Author: Beleaguered Servant

Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.

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