He's really crazy, that old mockingbird,
Splashing in the birdbath, in his feathery shirt.
Splashing cold water all over the place,
Out in the open with infinite grace.
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Love it Juan, and your description of the weather sounds very much like GB. Very well written and rhymed. We don't get enough of you these days!
there's always an intense love for life exuding from your poems.