The shushing
Of cars on the main road
Like waves and pain
Zoned out
To get us through the day
Like stars in the daylight
Overpowered quietly
By the sun's rays
Making me squint
Blurring a language
Garden birds know
Nothing about
As they fuss instead
About a few seeds
And a bowl of water
And squirrels arguing
Over a handful of nuts
And who buried
What, where
And all of us
Sharing a passage of time.

A cake shared by all,
Everyone anticipates a piece
So no more candles,
No more blowing,
No spitting on cakes.
Instead tie a ribbon with a number showing your age,
Open the ribbon and make a wish.
18/2/2021