Wednesday 22 June 2016


To The Man in the Sycamore Tree

I do not want to share my hoard of nuts
But bury them deep
At the bottom of the garden
Beneath the Sycamore

And savour them only
When it is cold
And I am alone
And the wind blows

But the birds may confuse these
With the ones I hang on trees
They may confuse
And find me out.

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