It’s National Poetry Day
Yes, it’s National Poetry Day. So here’s a poem for your delectation:
THURSDAY
It rained all day today
fine prickly rain
that chills the skin and
soaks through shoes
the sky a yellowish-grey from dawn to dusk
all my emails were boring
and no one liked my tweets
the only letter was from the credit card company
a package was delivered
but it was for next door
the high point was when an angel came
stood in the garden, wings spread,
watched me wisely through the window
as I was at the sink washing up
I felt it had some kind of message for me
it wasn’t permitted to utter
I had to work it out for myself
it was one of those small black angels
that very much resemble crows
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