Wings shine iridescent heaven’s blue

Sunbeams catch the rainbow’s hue

Her silver flanks glisten as with dew

She bathes in Blackdeek’s softest rain

Round the Deek, shine green leafed hawthorn towers

O’erlooking this heavenly haven of bowers

There muses, plots, lusts old pigeon Dave

Lusts his plans for

Sady the Lady of the Flock

Around the Deek, dog walkers walk

chatting, talking dogwalker’s talk

Hear Sady splashing merrily

Smile, rejoice the heaven sent poetry

Of the beauty and the grace

Nature, being God sent, in this place.

But in his eyrie in the Hawthorns

Dave spies and eyes his chances for

Sady the Lady of the Flock

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