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What a window clatter!
On wire and eave
Goldfinch chatter –
Mummers in their livery.
Crimson casques and golden capes
Prank their jumbling oratory,
Artless to deceive
Like Philomel in drapes.
Or sunk in bramble bushes,
Noisy as water,Red-faced as gashes,
Greedily embezzling seed
Goldenly discussed on thistles,
Artisans of present need,
They prattle laughter
At the wind’s rude whistles.
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May 2014