Whimsical Kitten

Fits of Whimsy & Other Musings

November

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tree

The stripped and shapely

Maple grieves;

The ghosts of her

Departed leaves.

The ground is hard

As hard as stone.

The year is old

The birds are flown.

John Updike (1932 – )

Written by whimsicalkitten

November 24, 2008 at 2:02 pm

Posted in Nature, Poetry

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  1. In our case the birds have not ‘flown’ but are still very much here as the bird feeder has become the gathering ground for a wide variety of feathered friends, including a bunch of 6 gold finch buddies who regularly raid the store. They take turns to queue up along the hedge. Magic!!

    claire

    November 24, 2008 at 3:36 pm


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