I leave the pub behind
And find
In the song of birds
The truth not heard
In the words
Of men
Who prate and hate.
So I listen to birds
And purifying rain
For there is no hate
In birds or rain.
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K Morris - Poet 
That’s a hint, don’t listen to the pint. Better listen to the birds wonderful singing. xx Michael
Indeed, excess drink kills the ability to think. Thanks for your comment, Michael
You’re welcome, Kevin! I hope you will enjoy a nice weekend! xx Michael
Thank you, Michael. You also, have a good weekend.
There really isn’t. Thought-provoking.
Thank you, Esther. I’m delighted you like my poem.
I like this very much! I, too, prefer to listen to the birds these days.
Thank you, Liz. I’m delighted you like and can relate to my poem.
You’re welcome, Kevin.