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At last the stormy weather ends
The gloomy grey gives way to summer sun
Cramped apartments pour their cargo into streets
Dappled with puddles now the rain is done.
Bright-shawled, gold-glittering with their oriental air
They halt beneath the cool of spreading trees
A caravan of children running through the grass
Their laughter flying in the ocean breeze.
Before they left they had a thoughtful geste
To hand the songbird’s cage beneath the sky
To let it take its share of summer light
And watch the carefree swallows swooping by.
The banal city street is filled with tears
Cascade of notes that falling sound so wrong
No Ariadne or Persephone could weep
With more tragedy than this bird’s simple song.
Viv Drewa - The Owl Lady 