The Inkwell
He’s off on the hunt again
up and down known paths
navigating the trees for summat tasty
the cubs and his missus want feeding
its why he’s on the edge of his territory
next thing you know – he’ll be scouring the food bins – or picking off
guinea fowl or geese by the riverbank
#writephoto #lamppost
Lining the city streets
a touch of craftsmanship,
making the green spaces safe for
pedestrians to walk about at night
of course, their lights are turned off when the
sun is at its height
that’s when people sit on the park bench nearby it
#Socs #Fortune
Council employees
often get additional bonuses on top of
usual salaries
not that you would notice
collecting the coins dropped down the street
in the futile attempt to get the
last vehicle home after a night out on the town
#socs #page
It’s the quandary of any writer – professional or otherwise
brace yourself – a blank page
if you have a prompt – well that’s a start
but if you haven’t – you’re falling on that part of your mind that
invents and creates
inspiration from the things around you
what’s that bird that’s just flown by
the animal that’s just scampered through the back yard
chased by the spotted moggy from across the way
that’s dived out of the way of the bin man
his amber lights flashing past the window
as he feeds his hungry trash collector
you can hear it chomping beyond the double glazing
before the refuse team get back in their cab
and the trash collector heads off for another snack
as for our furry friend – she’s pawing at the neighbours door
where fish awaits for breakfast
Come to think of it – its time for a little something
As for the page – its full
(and you said you couldn’t come up with anything!)
#MLMM
From the top of the tower
he had an ideal view
of the comings and goings
down below
Looking down
he could see
all the cars and the buses
making their way through the big city
And as they moved
through the city
big as they were – the people
looked like tiny ants
And as he looked at them
A small group of ants
looked up at his viewpoint
where he was sitting
Salford , 12th August 2021
He’s back home again,
heading through the gap in the gate – like nothing’s happened
Having spent many hours of yesterday evening and this morning
Hotfooting around his old haunts and
Helping himself to the finer things
His city can offer him – you know the stuff
Hotel and guesthouse kitchens tend to throw out…it’s a
Hunter’s delight if you know where to look
Heaven only knows what he’s been enjoying while you’ve been
Held fast in your bed – everything from
Hot Salmon to Fried cod.
#CYW #wild #watermelon
Well, Fancy seeing that
a fruit you don’t normally see
that’s now up in the tall green trees in the park
every fruit is currently holding on for dear life as its a
right royal drop to the floor from where it is
might be nice in slices – but i don’t like it mushed up
even the squirrels are taking cover – can you imagine one o’ those
landing on top of you
of course – the fruit would rather be in a tropical breeze – not a city one
no wonder they’re wild!
#thelastphoto
Created in response to the last photo
Yeah, its strange –
two birds sharing a neighbours roof –
it could have been something else,
a shot taken in the park – or maybe by the waters of the quayside,
but then it would have been nothing more than a mere copy
of something i’d taken days , weeks or months before
a magpie and a pigeon – taking a load off
and wondering which cloud to fly into next
#writeclub
While the humans are sleeping
under the sodium lamps – the animals party
up and down the streets they go
playing in the peoples greens and
carefully trimmed fruit tree
They’re making a wonderous din
crashing over wheelie bins and feasting on the leftovers
all hidden from human ear by two plates of glass
when they are woken by the carnival
it’s just passed on by
Sleeping in their fox holes
or hidey holes in the trees
there’s just the litter pickers patrolling
picking up the remains of the night before
Napowrimo day 17
Feast your eyes, while I tell you a tale
While we’ve all been indoors, the birds without fail
Have landed en-masse in the public squares
And landing on rooftops without a care
There once was an answer, keeping birds in check
But till he returns, theyve darned us to heck
Leaving a real mess out on the street
Leaving the cleaners a challenging feat
They say if he comes back, the pigeons will flee
But till then, they sit on rooftops with glee
So look up at the skies, as he returns with stealth
On a mission to improve the citizens health
,
The Inkwell