Ophelia

Ophelia came and blew

Until the lights went dark

Such a lovely name

For one so filled with rage

Many asked what happened to the birds

Where did they go, what did they do?

When Ophelia came to dance

Who knew and who had ever thought before

How did they manage where did they land?

Did they have a chance

I didn’t have an answer

I hoped they found a swaying tree to grasp them

It’s worried me and I have raised the question too

The initial response is one of laughter

But then a look appears

A wistful thought

Upon every face I ask

Replaced with sadness

Then the words are spoken

The birds, oh I never thought

I hope they are ok

I shall have to google that?

 

 

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