Phillip
- David Raskin
- Jun 3
- 1 min read
The fine young year was 2020
on time they sung, he flew down gently
Phillip the very good sparrow that I do know flew down onto the of me resting porch
The proud skill of the mans aerial show, took a breather for the weather was scorched
Of course myself with the autumn sweater which applied the torch, was sort of a newly freed nester with the travelling yurt
And I had yet to settle in the behind me life gambling fort.
It was the flicks of my phone, and I couldn't resist
I still got a kick, I had room to grow, I couldn't quite leave phillip alone,
"I will not miss, he is in the zone" I said
I proceeded to pull out and aim with the camera's convenient app
I just needed to be cool, he was still on the lane, it was the plan of god
my group of shots bon needing was fast
He then flew back into the gorgeous tree the bro was cool
My camera now knew his exact orderly deeds, he was the vogel
I finally had some new bird pics and I too was nimble in line at being Meinl happy
I then not so silently, had my masterly sleeve's trick become vinyl rhapsody
Ten years ago, giantly, the move in with insurance risks had my old alacrity
- Avalon Dakota
- 6-3-25
- 9:17pm
- Phillip
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