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Poetry

Quiet

Salford, 13th July 2020

It’s quiet tonight

as the sun headed past the horizon

i’d have expected to hear a pigeon or two

or perhaps a resident duck, goose or swan

but as a bug keeps all the humans indoors

there’s not a sound to be heard

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Animals Colours

Rainbow Zebra

RAINBOW ZEBRA – a piece by inky

You couldn’t call him Black or white

he’s far too bright for that

dashing about the serengeti

and confusing all the cats

see his different coloured stripes are such

they make the whole place smile

so the lionesses don’t grab him for lunch

they’ve left him free for a while

The hippos think he’s amazing

The gazelles think just the same

The birds think he’s a great big flower

and land regularly on his frame

The bears are all a smiling

and the little ones all make their way

to say hello to the fellow with the rainbow stripes

the one who’s made their day.

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Poetry

Song

#Socs #Song

It’s been really quiet recently.

Actors and musicians have been in their rooms

the theatres have closed because of a bug

no buskers on the street either

Something needed to be done

resident birds calling out in tune

celebrating the sunshine

telling the human beans indoors

it’s time to get up

Cats on a street pavement

Singing in chorus

On a street corner

Dogs howling at the moon

wailing a familiar tune

out in the midnight garden

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Acrostic Nature Poetry

Catching the wind

#writephoto #soar

Riding the storm (Image SC Vincent)

Swifter than their feathered brethren – they

welcome the signs of a changing breeze

it means they’ll be off with their cousins the swallows

for some warm air , seeds and sunshine, whilst

taking occasional naps under leafy sunshades

Some might say they float in the air

when these birds have their wings stretched out

imminent signs of departure – remote

for they’ll need to fill their bellies

to have the energy to fly towards the warm sun

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Birds Nature Outdoors Parks

Birdsong (Summer)

No rumble of traffic

No noise in the street

Not many people

Navigating the street

But somewhere in th’ treetops

swaying in the air

families of birds are

chatting away there

Singing ’bout blue skies

and the weather that’s greet

while on mobile’s behind the glass

the humans all tweet

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Poetry

Soaring through Salford Skies

#Salford #Birds #Blue #Skies

24th May 2020

Swiftly flying through the blue

a whole host of feathered friends

lift their wings and soar through the air

for while the humans stay indoors

only the odd cat need be looked out for as they

roll about and enjoy the summer air

dancing around the tree tops and saying hello through the windows

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Nature Poetry

Lockdown

#promptuarium #Lockdown #birds

The birds are having a whale of a time

perched as they are on the quay fencing

taking in the rays

of the warm summer sunshine

their only dilemma for today

is when their waiter service is returning

for its great hopping to the waters for take out

but they’re missing their seeds of gold

and some of them have their feathers in a frizz….

word on the bridge is – its down to a bug

point him out they say – we want our feeders back!

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Poetry

The Buskers Dilemma

Their pitch was in the perfect location

Their routine rehearsed to perfection

and for once – the sun was shining

No problem with people passing by,

or pigeons up in the blue sky

they had a crowd, who cheered laughed and cried

They sung out most of the afternoon

till the dawn of the appearing evening moon

their caps and cups full, with notes and coins

and rendezvoused back in a caff to rejoin

But after their breakfast and coffee and tea

they soon departed from their moment of glee

for after their repast, after singing their tome

they just had enough for the bus fare home

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Birds Seasons Spring

Feathered Friends

Salford 30th April 2020

They come back every spring time

when the mercury starts to rise

taking up a home in the trees

giving passers by a surprise

Two birds sitting in their nest

wait till little uns do arrive

then mum and dad will feed them

so the little uns do thrive

And each morning when the suns up

Mum (or Dad) does hop

out of their green leaved little home

on a journey to the shops

Returning with some corn or wheat

or maybe a worm or a bug

to feed up the little birdies

in the nest all nice and snug

But like all little children

they grow up and explore

so don’t be surprised, if in morning you rise

and find the kids next door

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Poetry

Monday

Salford, April 27 2020

Where did the weekend go ?

start of a week in a time of lockdown

quarter to seven – even the resident birds are still sleeping

a new feathered friend flies past the window

he mustn’t have got the memo

Right about now

Ra is popping his head up over the horizon

painting colours on the waterside

The hour draws closer

and I can hear the rumble of traffic

of essential workers

on the busiest road in the country

occasionally stopping

for petrol or snacks

at the metro mart

Auntie beat them all to the charge

Breakfast telly started an hour ago.