meadowlarks
Cicero
Three
meadowlarks perched amidst
A
browned Eucalyptus
tree
.
The
first
–
of
sweet
simple
wits–
Stopped
low
quite
contentedly
And
watched
his
lover
flutter
Down
‘
round
middle
trunk
, puffing
Her
pretty
breast
with
bitter
Calls
to
the
third
who
,
resting
Near
the
leafy apex sung
To
those
also
near
the
sun
.
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...
bespeckled
10
out
of
10
.
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