February 19th, 2023Local lines

Days of words
Beginning with birdsong
without words at all from magpies
the word trill forms up in bed
Crows hardly sing –
their unoiled hinges creak
Cockatoos let fly with their squarks
Further words try themselves on
for size and furnish
a running commentary
The day thickens with words
and tonight for sure they will
hop into bed with me
– Bill Wootton
Bill’s days and nights are crowded with words. Here are some of them.

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Please submit poems to Bill Wootton at cottlesbreedge@gmail.com