I
Friday night in the Manchester Air
the birds are out for the night
in certain spots where the birdseed flows
and neon lights paint the town
sometimes red, sometimes blue
II
Cats are out, and on the prowl
kings of their own domain
out in their preened green jungle
playing with their catnip toys
sounding out an evensong
before tucking into an impromptu lunch
III
Down by the deep and
Under the shade – sounds of feathers moving under the bridge –
Canard and his friends enjoy their grub – discussing days events
Keeping close together
So they keep the little ones warm
IV
Four paws return from patrol
result from the hunt ? Minimal
no chance of a fishy surprise – so he lets out a wail
but what’s this? something meaty awaits
by the cat blanket
V
Who’s this coming up the garden path
playing in the snow and rain
big paw prints heading for the door
tail in the air, big wet nose on the floor
grown up puppy asks – Hello! Time For Tea? I Would Agree.
The Inkwell 