Day Seven
Two robins
Less bold than implied by their breast
Well, their passions must be private
- Grab and go
Starlings, murmuration
Effervescent, iridescent
Daft speckled flecks. Like a Pollock
- Hearts must go like hummingbirds
Assorted tits
Sweet and timid cake-pops of the bird world
Perhaps internally marbled
- I have seen them dreaming
Family Sparrow
The Bramble Bunch. Boy,
Do they bicker. Scrabbling scatter-guns
- I tell them to calm down
Wood pigeons
Too fat for the feeder, so
A symbiosis with the sparrow
- Endeavour to be elegant
A flash of green
Oh gosh, it must have escaped and
Bewilderment and awe were in the hot pink panic of its cry
- There's someone out there for everyone
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