sat in my garden
spring sunshine on my face
daffodils are swaying
gentle breeze dictates the pace .
.
i see the speckles of a song thrush
and listen as he calls
pretty soon his true love
sits on my garden wall .
.
in my hardy fuchsia bushes
they grow busy building nest
soon they'll have a family
no time for them to rest .
.
the hen is watching proudly
as he flies in with loaded beak
i listen intently
as i hear the couple speak .
.
another male approaches
my song thrush thrusts his chest out proud
its as if i hear him saying
two is company but three's a crowd.
.
away the stranger is flying
the lovers now return
the power and strength of true love
is the lesson that i learn .
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