Dedicated to PL Travers and “the Nanny”

A 9 word poetry challenge

Birds wander
around the Cathedral Square
as a child
book held tightly
in one hand
her Nanny’s hand
as if for dear life
in the other.
The nightmarish face
of a gargoyle
reflecting intentional
or perhaps
as on the ground
mere mortals
for the sacrifice
or the courage
of those lost.
There can be "Feed The Birds"
no debate,
no fraud.
The book written
to teach
a lesson
by a man who
made a promise
to his child.
Had it not been
for a song,
my childhood
would have been
But now,
when I cross
Cathedral Square
I find myself
the melancholy
of the tune

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