Blackbird’s fear song
ripples, beautiful lyrical.
Garden bounds catch
grass flowered flight.
Cat black, green-eyed
lazing, casually gazing.
Cars sleep rusting
verging, long dreaming.
Paired walkers intimate,
sticky whispered talkers.
Imagining a slower place,
gentle graced snail’s pace.
Gathered in radio’s time.
Dial light lifts shadows
in a parlour's gloom.
Closed shops, quiet road,
a Sunday’s long reach.
I… Smith, Butcher, Thatcher.
As dried reeds tame
a season's reason.
©️ Dai Fry 16th April 2020