prodigy July 14, 2014 tell-tale timber songs escape well pressed lips you learned to play the bridge by ear for the morning crowd & the church mice scampering smugly savouring crumbsunder your feet 2014-Rene Share Get link Facebook X Pinterest Email Other Apps Labels Magpie Tales micro poetry Poem poetry Poets United Share Get link Facebook X Pinterest Email Other Apps Comments 21 WitsJuly 15, 2014 at 12:52 AMOh my those silly mice!ReplyDeleteRepliesReplyJinksyJuly 15, 2014 at 1:12 AMTimber songs, eh? From the woodwind section, no doubt?! LOLReplyDeleteRepliesReplyCait O'ConnorJuly 15, 2014 at 3:13 AMThis is a lovely poem.ReplyDeleteRepliesReplySilent Otto July 15, 2014 at 8:06 AMWell sone, Spitfire ! ReplyDeleteRepliesReplyEddie BluelightsJuly 15, 2014 at 3:36 PMVery enjoyable ~ Eddie :)ReplyDeleteRepliesReplyTess KincaidJuly 16, 2014 at 8:12 PMLovely...I can hear the music!ReplyDeleteRepliesReplyOther MaryJuly 17, 2014 at 10:25 PMPlaying by ear is always best.ReplyDeleteRepliesReplyIndigo RothJuly 20, 2014 at 4:07 PMOoooh, this is evocative. And a lovely photo xReplyDeleteRepliesReplyAdd commentLoad more... Post a Comment Please drop a penny in a poet's hat :
Oh my those silly mice!
ReplyDeleteTimber songs, eh? From the woodwind section, no doubt?! LOL
ReplyDeleteThis is a lovely poem.
ReplyDeleteWell sone, Spitfire !
ReplyDeleteVery enjoyable ~ Eddie :)
ReplyDeleteLovely...I can hear the music!
ReplyDeletePlaying by ear is always best.
ReplyDeleteOoooh, this is evocative. And a lovely photo x
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