Heels at night
And creaking bedsprings.
A morning blackbird sings.
It’s song heard
By neighbours who delight
In what they overheard
The other night …
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K Morris - Poet 
Oh, how deliciously cheeky! 💋 This little poem is a perfect blend of sensuality and sly humor—those gossiping neighbors savoring every whispered secret. The contrast between the night’s intimacy and the morning’s innocent birdsong is *chef’s kiss*. More of this, Moris please! 🌙✨
I’m pleased you enjoyed my poem. Many thanks for your comment.
What a nice neighborhood! 😉 Best wishes, Michael
The Blackbird obviously thinks itâs a nice neighbourhood, which is why she sings there â¦! Thanks for your comments, Michael!
A lovely understated poem about how neighbours gossip. I enjoyed this one and it made me smile.
And the blackbird carries on singing regardless of the nocturnal goings on and the gossip.
Thank you, Vivienne. I’m pleased you enjoyed my poem and that it made you smile