News of bombings brings birds no dismay

The natural world shows beauty in its way
The birds will feed their young and sing at dusk
As without guile, in their sweet world they trust
We hear  the  fledglings sing in poignant play

News of bombings brings birds no dismay
Though they like us,will reach, become mere dust
Makes us look within. not out for touch
Anguished, we ignore the  coloured day
The natural world goes cruelly on its way
The birds still love their young  yet angrily we lust

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About Kate Thwaite

I love writing , conversation, art, wild flowers, music and air.And books
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