The Inkwell#acrostic #lockdown
Magpies are having a field day
as the neighbourhood still sleeps
nipping on and off the rooftiles while
cats on the ground they creep
household activity – minimum
everyone’s taken to bed, for
somebody said there’s a lockdown, so
they’ve decided to rest their heads
even the stadiums are empty – no fans to follow the score
reality needs them return now – so the teams can hear them roar
#octpowrimo #nesting
You would think they’d disappeared
occasional feathered bird flying past the window
up in the eaves and the guttering
note a rustling in the evergreens
occasionally, the dad bird flies out to pick out
worms from the grass, he’s
kitting out the family
nest while mum looks after the nest
of course, he’ll look after the nest
while mum pops out to the birdbath
#oct19 #octpowrimo
The alarm goes off ringing
its time to get up
a click of the kettle
a clink of a cup
The rumbling of wheels
travelling down the road
tooting their horns
past my abode
Silence for a while
as i’m sipping my tea
broken by tweets
from a bird or three
#cyw #pinkflamingo #octpowrimo
playing around with his feathers
Balanced on one leg
Waiting for that moment
When the keeper comes in
And throws another shovel
Of fresh Morecambe shrimp
Into the water
#Writephoto #Tokens
In a rock garden, secluded away from the weather
a hardened young magpie, is out to make things better
he’s building up a place, for his mate to lay eggs
or simply for somewhere to rest her legs
and with things he’s located about and around
he’s decorated the nest site and the surrounding ground
Salford, 28th August 2020
The bird’s seem to have got the message
The mercury is in retreat
A nip in the air – you’re feeling
As you’re heading down the street
Clouds of grey are gathering
waiting for their time
to sprinkle their raindrops down on the ground
blocking out the sunshine
And while cold air for autumn
seems to be the norm
our feathered friends have headed off
someplace tropical and warm
Don’t Fret though – as soon as the sunshine burns
those feathered friends, who flew off will return
land with little uns – who will have grew
onto a patch of green grass nearby you
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
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.
#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
#writephoto #soar
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
