(The image is one of my favorite places back home.)
Alas! The perch is empty now The twitter has long gone Stooping below the chastened brow A creaky, withered, frozen rone. Died, has the, jay and sparrow’s row? Epithet: a brooding splintered stone.
Ah…the pompous springtide glee Lads and lasses’ frolics on the sward. They knot and knot…a gluttonous spree Tête-à-tête! Sympathy begs the wasted lard. Who shall care for the bauble vee? Epithet: wisdom’s diadem of an ancient bard.
O The Carpet! Of twigs and twines The whistle of the wind, high and proud. Aloof stands golden forest lines Dead and silent, though glittering loud. How long for a chirp? O Time! O Time! Epithet: Shadows fallen, hunched and bowed.