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Nov 2018
The blackbirds sang throughout midday
Beneath a sky of white and grey.
The people heard their gentle muse
Between the ads and evening news.

One long day bled into night
Whereby the call of the moonlight
Danced and laughed the night away
'Til nightly folks were led astray.

Along, the smoke was blown beyond
The city-smog and withered fronds
Of ravaged trees across the land
Where once the city didn't stand;

And as the sun began to rise
A distinct welling in their eyes
Told them that they weren't so wrong
For listening to the blackbirds' song.
A poem about appreciating nature.
#13 in the Distant Dystopia anthology.

© Lewis Hyden, 2018
Lewis Hyden
Written by
Lewis Hyden  18/M/London, UK
(18/M/London, UK)   
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