bird
sweet soprano,
singing solo
in an operatic dawn
bird
free-wheeling,
flow-flyer
on filigree feathers
bird
car-crashing,
window-bashing
feather dust on glass
bird
air-head,
worm-fed
hollow-boned creature
In winter cold despite log fire, my evenings spent in toasting self before the peats dug from bog moss, the glow of gluhwein coursing...
A visitor, unwanted, knocks, not mine the choice of whether stays, eviction can’t now be achieved, so how to greet this one at door, now...
The Gentleman’s club (This is so wrong on so many levels) There they all were in the Gentleman’s club, all gathered together, the great...
I learned only last night about the hollow bones..!
I'm reading this just after a goldfinch flew into my dining room window with a mighty bang leaving a feather duster imprint. Its taken a while to recover but has just fluttered off, sore-headed and bruise-boned.