That Morning

 

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


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