On Patrol

Animals, Birds, Poetry

The black feathered aviators are out on patrol again

You could call them “The flying squad”

Keeping the streets of Salford Quays

free from the menace of breadcrumbs

as they clean a square metre in five minutes flat

passing professors doing their sums

and staring as if to say – “What’re you lookin’ at ?”

while seagulls know not to pounce or enter a fight

with the flying squad – they’ll get a fright

Two Brothers

Animals, Cats, Poetry

A tale of two neighbourhood cats – c/o my profile on allpoetry.com

Sat on a grassy spot,
someplace by the house
two brothers sit on the outside porch
dreaming about a mouse

They’re waiting for their mum
to serve up summat for tea
and have been playing in the backyard
rolling in the grass with glee

Prowling through the green grass
as not to be seen or heard
pouncing on patches of lawn
hunting for a bird

Climbing on tables and chairs
in their fur all black and white
pondering what’s their catfood tray
thinking – what’s for tea tonight ?