Strut

Untitled, by Saskia Neville

Dress yourself in royal quills
and strut upon the palace walls,
but you won’t fool me with your trills,
cos through it all we hear your squalls.

That’s not to say you don’t look grand,
your colours mesmerise and stun,
but just be careful where you stand,
for in the rain the colours run.

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