Poem: 40
Tuesday, 14 February 2017


“Coucou, coucou!!” said the bird, as it flew past my window! I didn’t know that birds speak French, but it stands to reason that they do, because air itself needs a whispering language and as it flows through a bird it bursts into songs of laughter and romance, that once upon a time, turned into French. So you see it is not that the bird speaks French but that the French speak birdsong, and that is why they are so golden, regal and heart stopping as you, my Dame.