My kitchen window
speaks of rust and
hard to budge
hinges.
When I finally cracked it open
a little,
I saw a blue lark sitting
demurely on an old
tree stump, and then
flying away.
Author notes
Written October 26th, 2005
A contest entry
- Kitchen Windows by Lyrical Soul.
300 points, ended October 30, 2005, 10 entries
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Thank you... (:
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You probably don't know this but I'm a huge lover of birds. The image of the little lark sitting and then flying away was a sight to behold. You described it very well. Nice job on this lovely kitchen window view of you. Thank you for entering and good luck
~Lyrical
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