Little bird

Acrostic, Birds, Character, Nature, Poetry

Salford 1st March

Like a bullet

It flew down the street

Towards the other side of the dual carriageway and

The waterside

Local cats, couldn’t catch him

Even if they tried – he was too far up to reach

Before our feathered friend

Islands of Plenty – with seeds galore

Ready to be eaten by our feathered friend and his chums

Dropped on a patch of green

Heading for the warm

Poetry

#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

Out in the back garden

Poetry

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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

In Flight

Animals, Birds, Poetry

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

Flight

Acrostic, Airforce, Airport, Leisure, Museums, War, Winter, World War II

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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

 

 

On a Mission

Animals, BASIC, Birds, Poetry

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.