#birds #nest #poetry
The mercury retreating was a sign
Restless mums and dads
Feeding their offspring
So flying lessons could begin
Up in the nest
They flapped their wings
Facing the worst
The weather could bring
And out from the nest
They jumped and they flapped
Heading for a tree
Their mum and dad mapped
Leaving the nest
For sunnier climbs
Hoping to return
After the winter time
The aviators are circling
Preparing for their next great journey
It was great the past few weeks
In the warmth of a summer sun
But now they’re circling
The skies again
Getting ready to head off
To a place where it’s a little bit warmer
The cats and dogs smile at the sight
As the feathered friends flock, and prepare to take flight
I sat open mouthed
as i watched the goings on
taking place in greenery
facing the kitchen
In an attempt to claim
a tree in their name
two or three white butterflies
engaged in aerial combat
Flying past the window
and around the roof
soaring to grab
their place on the tree
who won the contest ?
that’s anybodys guess
maybe we’ll find out
when the caterpillars hatch
Salford, 25th March 2018
Sat on a branch of a silver birch or oak
waiting for the rest of the gang to catch up
a wonder of the skies takes a break
letting himself have a rest before taking off again
little bird of blue white and black
over the heights he looks, planning
where he will swoop to next
Salford 12th January 2018
Swooping over the old docks
Engaging in interaction with old fish boxes
A feathered veteran hovers over the waters
Gracefully landing on the cast fences below
Usually seen diving for his dinner
Lately enjoying the pickings
Left behind by the tourist taking in the attractions
Salford 26th August 2017
The aviators are circling again
looking for a suitable place to rest
whilst the sun is high in a northern sky
Gliding from roof to roof
checking out the pickings
in lined up gardens
Unafraid and Unabashed
to businesses back yards they’ll pip
for some chucked out fish (or stray chips)
Or land in someones home back yard
looking in food bins for some fish from a tin
or filleted bones that’s been left there in
IWM Duxford , Cambridge, 5/6/2017
For a brief moment today,
looking around the hangar in Cambridge
I got to see the marvels of flight first hand
Great planes – from early pioneers to new planes and even spaceflight
Hoped to see something special – and I wasn’t disappointed
Tomorrow – i’ll take a look at what I captured
#stellarandlunar
Fear not, dear Friends
Lights you can see – are the stars far awee
In case we should go – into a UFO
Galactic suits are provided with boots
Hope you do enjoy the Flight
Towards the moon – all shining bright
Poem that appeared in “Writers Cramp” in 2010, For BASIC
The pigeon is skipping down the lane,
on a Mission.
He’s looking for that bit of fish,
from the open sardine tin,
left by the daytripper
at St Francis’ Basin.
Or the Half Eaten Sandwich,
Left in the bins
By the Designer
at the Outlet by Salford Quays
And passing snow geese can only look on,
as the pigeon hops,
between passing pedestrians,
in their summer regalia.
He doesn’t mind,
He and his friends,
He doesn’t mind
What they drop,
So long as they can have it
for dinner.
