Monday, 17 June 2013

Haiku for the birds


I'm not paranoid
birds are everywhere. Watching.
Waiting. Whistling.

Don't you find it weird?
Don't you wake up in the night
in a flap? Black wings...

lapwings, larks, linnets,
and a thumping great heron,
all wearing thin on

me now. I somehow
sense they have a darker need,
not just bread and seed.

I could buy a cat
but sly felines would kill you
while you lay asleep

if they had their way.
So I'll just wait for the birds
to make the first play...








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