The Blackbirds vied with the pesky rats
for scraps
on the bird table
today
but a poem didn’t show itself.
I wonder what tomorrow will bring?
Huge clouds of wood pigeons a thousand strong
perhaps,
the sound as memorable as the sight.
I’ll wait
and see.
It’s never what you expect.
I’ll wait
and see.
It’s never what you expect.
MW/KH