That Morning


With the morning

The Young Bird appeared


Bright eyed

And Full of life’s potency

a jackdaw

My favourite kind


Just by being



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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