Bohemian – I like you

Russet leaves cling loosely to the vestige of summer Hiding winters crested eccentrics, loquacious on high Flighty travellers devouring the fruits of the city Torn limb from limb, rowan, rose and haws are assailed By garrulous and care free migrants, Proto-punk birds that really rock Bohemian Waxwings thrill the garrulous watchers below Hear them here: … More Bohemian – I like you