I filled the gaps between the words
With lots of different sounds:
The singing of a choir of birds,
The baying of the hounds,
The rumble of an open road,
The squeaking of a gate
And every croak a spotted toad
Intoned to woo a mate.
In spite of everything I tried
To make the words stand out,
Their prominence was nullified
By the hubbub round about.
So now I leave each gap quite blank,
Which brings out what’s on either flank.

Photo by Sacre Bleu on Unsplash

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