Bryan Deakin

Scottish Poet / Blogger / Community Activist

Rain

It was raining outside,
I took a walk,
The rain pelting,
The ground flooded.

I walked further along the dismal street,
Further I am getting wet,
No umbrella,
No hood,

I go under a bridge,
Funny feeling,
Hand on my head.

Bird Shit

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