Leave’s Blowing In The Breeze

Sun at last shine’s through the glass, whilst pussy-tat sit’s heating fast

The Golden leave’s from Cherry tree’s, clinging tight yet now take flight

Whilst breeze become’s a wisping wind, further more a gale-storm bring’s

The fresh air of Autumn’s life, with The Morrighan, A Murder of Crow’s in strife

The local cat’s that rest and roam, the one’s allowed outside their home

The canine woof’s a barking sound, sometime’s securing, though deafening hound’s!

Afternoon shall bring in child, childer of all neighbouring kind

These I watch playing around, often with their scream’s and shout’s

To have all this, plus more to see, is such a gift, to entertain me.

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