Taiba wears her coats like a queen
The room warms up when she enters
She drops laughter like glitter behind her
When she eats chips, I expect they feel honoured

I remember the first time I left you at the childminder's
Walking down the street feeling strange but free
Nothing to push or carry
And now you're moving out
For the second (or is it the third?) time
And I feel exactly the same
Is that wrong?

But I think that I will feel that something's missing
When you take your Lego men off the shelves

Robin you are
Bright confident and friendly
A burst of sweet song
Joyous and true
But sometimes what that means is
'Get out of my territory'
And sometimes all you want
Is for me to find you some food

My friend Sara
Feeds eggs to crows
She mothers turkeys, dogs, and bees
And fine young men

She walks like a goddess amongst the wild things
Crying over otters
And bewitching hares

Guardian of sharp implements
Roaming cattle and wandering cats
She flies along hedgerows
Laying them with strength and tenderness
And avoiding tall trees
In deference to songbirds

Inside she is all soft nesty warmth
Like a dormouse
Which just occasionally unfurls
To show fangs and claws

My friend Sara
Reminds me of blackthorn
Fiercely protective wild creature home
Soul that shines like blossom

All I want to do
Is sit under a tree
And write poems
But I have to
Go to work
And pay the bills
And put out the bins
And do the washing
And read the news
And share the post
And sign the petition
And save the world
And do the washing up
I have to mend my shoes
And **** my socks
And put out the recycling
And write my MP
And stop the destruction of the planet
And do the washing
Do the washing up
And save the bees
And end extinction
And wash the bins
And change some minds
And share some hope
And plant some seeds
And do the washing up
I have to mend the world
And clean some minds
And stop the post
And put out the destruction
And hang up the washing
And save the recycling
And clean out my MP
And pay the bees
And write to work
And stop some mind
And plant some change
And **** the news
And be the change that saves the planet
And work to stop the end
And destroy the extinction that puts out the bees
And plant the change to mend the new planet
And write the destruction to stop the end of minds
And plant the new bees that work to save the the world
And hang the washing up
And all I want to do
Is sit under a tree
And write a poem
And hang the washing up

My mother oak she brings me
Such dainty gifts and treats
A glee of **** that monkey swing
Against a sky of candy blue and
Tiny creeps in lattice tracery
Of buds and chaffinch pink
Behind beneath above - the buzz
Humming orchestral multitude
A wrenful joy of song upwells
And then the sun

Two buzzards on a winter tree
Side by side, smart and efficient
Guardians of my countryside
They don't care about Brexit
They are not interested in all the silly politicians
Unless they were dead
In which case they'd eat them
And tidy up the place