Earlier in the morning
I’d read the movements of a stalwart blackbird
flicking dead leaves on my concrete driveway,
gleaning for grubs
Later, as I unloaded the weekly food shop,
substitute, as it was, for fun,
I heard an imperious cry,
scrolling up, the fork-tailed red kites circled
in a sunshine that denied pathetic fallacy
and the screech they made meant nothing
Nov 7, 2020
Nov 7, 2020 at 7:16 AM UTC
Earlier in the morning
I’d read the movements of a stalwart blackbird
flicking dead leaves on my concrete driveway,
gleaning for grubs
Later, as I unloaded the weekly food shop,
substitute, as it was, for fun,
I heard an imperious cry,
scrolling up, the fork-tailed red kites circled
in a sunshine that denied pathetic fallacy
and the screech they made meant nothing
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