All the dun coloured birds
one consonant short
of shit
tossed clods against
eye blue sky
visible
for a moment –
like me.
Daily prompt: Invisible
Writing Bites
by Susanne Fletcher
All the dun coloured birds
one consonant short
of shit
tossed clods against
eye blue sky
visible
for a moment –
like me.
Daily prompt: Invisible
Writing Bites 
What are you doing to those poor birds?! Dang dun dung anyway.
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Nuthin’. I just scared them when I was walking with El Pooch. They fluttered up from their dun coloured branches and scattered across the sky.
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Poor things! You two scary creatures coming upon them! 😉
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I like “eye blue sky” – good thing the eyes weren’t brown
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That would be a whole ‘nother poem. Or song.
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I don’t seem to be able to locate the link, but I suspect I asked for it 🙂
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It’s was a link to an old 1970’s country song called “Don’t it make my brown eyes blue” by Crystal Gale. Nothing momentous or witty.
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A good one, all the same. I remember it 🙂
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We need a love button on wordpress! I more than like this 😀 You command words and they dance into place 😀
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I think the words commanded me in this case. Sometimes when I’m out walking the dog things just pop into my head. I love it when that happens.
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When my tiny brain finally understood the first verse I roared with laughter and frightened the dog …..
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The dog is an important part of this opaque poem as it was while walking my wee pooch in a grove of naked deciduous trees that a flock of said dun coloured birds lifted from the branches where they were invisible and into the clear blue sky. If I hadn’t been walking him I never would have noticed. Bless our dogs.
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Bless indeed!! ❤ That would have been quite the sight!
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