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Afternoon Tea

by K. Kylyra Ameringer

There is movement in the trees.

A flash

A flicker of fanciful colour

And wings -

The birds are out for their afternoon tea.

They bob and whirl

A softly muted kaleidoscope

Changing patterns through the garden;

They come to gossip

And watch the washerwoman

In the window as she works,