Life lessons
(A rhyme for my god-daughter)
The wagtail builds a cup of mud,
defends it with his life.
His wings like swordstrokes split the air,
he'll never take a wife.
The spider spins her broody sac,
the killing day is ceased.
Hanging in the sun to harden,
it makes the magpie's feast.
The duck will take the orphaned hens,
believe them all her daughter.
She leads them to the loveless dam,
drowns them in the water.
Caleb Cluff
Majorca 25/10
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