Monday, July 18, 2016

Monday WRites 66

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A PECKING AT MY WINDOW PANE
A bird fluttered by my window pane
I swear confusion was his game
His beak poor he banged
Whilst no song he sang
And then in frustration was off again
A PECKING AT MY WINDOW PANE © gillena cox 2016

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You've heard about the Monday Blues ❧✿❧ well this is Monday WRites (musing on the definition here of rite, as any customary observance or practice eg the rite of afternoon tea).
Welcome to Monday WRites #66, ❧✿❧ Whats your mood like today ❧✿❧ I invite you to link in with one of your WRites




GRAB MY BUTTON

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The Tuesday Platform
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22 comments:

  1. Oh, I can almost picture that bird with its beak
    Beautifully penned. Have a great week ahead.


    Lots of love,
    Sanaa

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  2. I often think what a magic glass is for birds or insects...
    Have a blessed new week

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    1. Thanks for linking in Mascha

      Much love...

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  3. Thanks for dropping by and linking up Sanaa

    Much love...

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  4. What a lovely little verse Gillena!

    Donna@LivingFromHappiness

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  5. Thanks for dropping by and linking in Donna

    Much love...

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  6. Ah.. love the thought of that poor bird without a song... hopefully he can get things done with his beak

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  7. Happy you dropped by Björn

    Much love..

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  8. Yes, indeed; thanks for dropping by

    much love...

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    1. Thanks for dropping by Kerry

      Much love...

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  10. Hah! Kind of a limerick, I like. :)

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    1. Thanks for dropping in Marian

      Much love...

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  11. I really like this, especially "I swear confusion."

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  12. I'm glad that he was pecking, Gillena. Some here fly into the window, generally then they fall dead tonight. Nice poem, I hope that he will spread the word, no bugs to be had. Car windshields are different though.
    ..

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  13. Sometimes I feel like a bird without a song.

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  14. Thanks for dropping in Susie

    Much love...

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  15. Glad to find my way here for the first time, Gillena - enjoyed your musical little ditty about the persistent bird - brought back certain sweet childhood memories for me.... With Best Wishes as always Scottie x

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  16. Happy you dropped in Scott

    Much love...

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