Alien.
'In Spring the sweet Spring,
O soft and gentle season,
Happy the birds do sing.'
Gull's pale arrogant eye,
Cold as a Winter sea
Regards me as I walk by.
Robin, perched on my spade,
Outstares and outdares me,
Alien and afraid.
Crow of the iron beak
In shiny hangman black,
Disdains a creature so weak.
While from his back-lawn beat
Witty starling twits me
Out of my self conceit.
'In the Spring the sweet Spring
From a green world's heartland
I hear birds' sharp scorn ring'.
Copyright © Bernard Gilhooly - All Rights Reserved
'In Spring the sweet Spring,
O soft and gentle season,
Happy the birds do sing.'
Gull's pale arrogant eye,
Cold as a Winter sea
Regards me as I walk by.
Robin, perched on my spade,
Outstares and outdares me,
Alien and afraid.
Crow of the iron beak
In shiny hangman black,
Disdains a creature so weak.
While from his back-lawn beat
Witty starling twits me
Out of my self conceit.
'In the Spring the sweet Spring
From a green world's heartland
I hear birds' sharp scorn ring'.
Copyright © Bernard Gilhooly - All Rights Reserved