The Inkwell#promptuarium #Lockdown #birds
The birds are having a whale of a time
perched as they are on the quay fencing
taking in the rays
of the warm summer sunshine
their only dilemma for today
is when their waiter service is returning
for its great hopping to the waters for take out
but they’re missing their seeds of gold
and some of them have their feathers in a frizz….
word on the bridge is – its down to a bug
point him out they say – we want our feeders back!
#Weather #Lockdown #Poetry
The idea : imagine it snows constantly for 30 years – and then it stops…..
Strange….the snowflakes aren’t falling today
no more than a mouse has come
out to the house
where i live
Mum and dad are at our kid’s
so i’m sat under a rug
watching BBC News
all nice and snug
Wireless classics from out on the stage
and comedy recordings for a digital age
kept me occupied and going
off the page
But its starting to melt,
the snow and the ice
with the thermometer rising
its feeling quite nice
Need a shovel – not a boat
but i’ll be wearing my big coat
as to the shop i go
dressed like an eskimo
Salford, April 27 2020
Where did the weekend go ?
start of a week in a time of lockdown
quarter to seven – even the resident birds are still sleeping
a new feathered friend flies past the window
he mustn’t have got the memo
Right about now
Ra is popping his head up over the horizon
painting colours on the waterside
The hour draws closer
and I can hear the rumble of traffic
of essential workers
on the busiest road in the country
occasionally stopping
for petrol or snacks
at the metro mart
Auntie beat them all to the charge
Breakfast telly started an hour ago.
Salford 14th April 2020
#Napowrimo #Covid19 #Wildlife
Someone send out a message
Particularly to the man in the big house
Our feathered friends are not amused today – because
Our nation happens to be on lockdown – and no one sent them a message
Keeping the routine isn’t working – there’s nothing in the bins!
Even the prize of a dropped ice-cream isn’t sufficient
Drops required of birdseed – quick.
Salford 9th April 2020
The wildlife of the locality
have had their free reign
with everyone inside
and no sight of rain
swooping around
enjoying the air
landing on rooftops
without a care
meeting up with old pals
on a moonlit street
the pickings are meagre
there’s no one to greet
watching the geese and ducks
out on parade
spotting scattered birdseed
heading off on a raid
