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Poetry

Exploring

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

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Acrostic Animals Life Poetry

Seagulls

Salford , 2nd April 2020

Someone is hovering over Salford’s bins

every day they’ve been seen – on spying missions

and some say – they’re worse than the pigeons

gracefully flying through the skies

until the bins on the waterside are

looking full – likelihood is – they’ll chance their

luck – with a lass coming home from the chippy