With the morning
The Young Bird appeared
Fledgeling
Bright eyed
And Full of life’s potency
a jackdaw
My favourite kind
Just by being
Enhancing
Alleviating
The barrenness
Of Brick upon brick
Eight Elders gathered
With urgent calls
Hidden in the tiny jungle
Of my overgrown garden
Two cats were lurking
Labrador Billy assured their swift Uncertain exit
With bruiser’s build and jaws
Repaying the fear
They had brought
The Eight left too
The fledgeling never
To be seen again
And the message came through
That Robin too had gone
My favourite kind
(And the barrenness
Of brick on brick)
Geoff Francis