Birds outside my window
Visit me today.
But they
Never stay.
Young women go
By on the street.
Their stilettoed feet
Tick tock like clocks.
And I rhyme
Of old Father Time
And clocks
That stop.
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K Morris - Poet 
I like this very much.
Thank you, Liz. I’m delighted you like it.
You’re welcome, Kevin.
Reblogged this on https:/BOOKS.ESLARN-NET.DE.
Thank you for the share, Michael.
There is action in every direction. But at home you are alone. xx Michael
Almost alone, although I do have my four-legged friend Apollo with me.
Very poignant, Kevin.
Thank you, Vivienne.