kfg moore

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There's a fair bit of beauty around,
On this dying autumn day,
A tastefully restrained sunset,
Enriches the colours of leaf change,
A grey squirrel, sere-tinged,
Performs its silky undulate over the parkgrass,
In a dance of two equal parts,
A kingfisher, would you believe,
Flashes turquoise in all the sumptuousness of the word,
As it tunes to its skim over the twilight greening river,
S o why does my evening eye get drawn,
With little or no aesthetic fuss or fight,
To that faded fat old crow,
Frazzled at feather's edge,
That faced with all manner of exciting detritus,
Or juicy damp worm,
Flies off home with a small tatter,
Of the tattiest of old plastic bags?
 
© kfg moore