Una starling like the bird high in the sky,
Sawing and diving as the days pass by.She loved to climb higher and higher,
Places like Table mountains were what she desired.She lived in Africa with the love of her life,
He was her husband she was his wife,
She was quite a thrill seeker in her younger days,
Jet skiing with crocodiles in the African plains.Now she lives in a care home happy as ever,
She still talks about the days that they spent there together,
Talking with her was quite the pleasure,
I hope we can spend some more time together,
But now I have to go so I write you this letter,
I hope you understand and it makes your day better.
YOU ARE READING
Random poetry
PoetryJust some random poetry that comes to mind. (It's not very good but I need somewhere to put it all)