The days are long
but the months are short
On our walk last night,
We saw a man playing frisbee on his own
Then, on our way home
9 pm, Blackheath Park
We were dodging joggers,
dancing the pavement tango, when
Did you hear that?
It can't be
There it is again
It's an owl
An owl in Blackheath!
Hooo-hooo-hoooo!
It's a miracle!
Did I get it?
No
I've seen sparrows, blue tits, long-tailed tits,
All manner of tits
Collared doves, pigeons,
burbling nonsense on our window-sill
And the less said about the news, the better
New neighbours downstairs,
their stories unspoken
New babies, uncuddled
Final goodbyes, unbidden
But my house plants, cherished, thriving,
like never before
Goldfinches! Woodpeckers!
Mother nature is returning to our cities
It's there!
By the window! Get it!
Kill the *******! Quick!
Oh, bloody moths!
They're cleverer than they look
They know where to hide
They are watching us
as we carry on our new lives
our new, gentler lives
An empty bus rolls by
And through the window
Spring turns to summer
Moth! Moth! I see you!
Got you! Ha!
High five!
The months are short
but the days are long