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Birds Poetry

On a Hunt

#Seagulls #city #coast #fish

They’d heard that a bounty was nearby

a plunder of wonderous delight

they scoured the skies in expectation

staying up for morning and night

They didn’t care much for the metals

though the magpies would take ‘owt that was shiny

the seagulls didn’t care for the metals that glared

for they’d swallow anything that was tiny

What they wanted was sat at the fish shop

and fishmongers awaiting a catch

their friends the black crows, were the ones in the know

and they told them they’d seen a fresh batch

So swooping round air by the fish shop

their aim was to grab this and grab that

but their finds were going to be short lived

by the sight of the fishmongers cat.

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Abstract Poetry

Hungry postbox

Salford, 15th March 2021 – from a writeclub prompt

A postbox is a box that eats socks

Rochdale pioneers Museum, Rochdale – Image By Inky

There’s a reason why they are red.

Just before night fall – the humans put the washing out

in the hope they’ll be dry in the morning

the crows cry out – but everyone’s asleep

as the poor old washing line find’s itself

accosted by the eater of socks

and right socks and left cry out for each other

as the holder of the mail

helps itself to a night time snack

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Animals Birds Poetry

On Patrol

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