The Inkwell

from inkdrop – poetry, places and events

Salford 26th September

What happens early morning…when someone’s been generous with the birdseed!

It begins quietly enough,

the graceful movement of flapping wings

stopping at an observation point

whilst they check out the opposition

The seed scatters , bouncing on the tarmac

and feathered friends, in an instant

become mortal enemies – as they nip and scratch and barge

to enable the best pickings

Noises increase from roof to tree

and Mums and dads say whats for tea

the little ones sit and wait

for something to fall on their dinner plate

Resident cats look from a distance

as the birds scrap on

unaware of

the dangers ahead

And with one sight of fur

feathers fly in a blur

as they think its best

to return to the nest

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