mm lovely b. We have garlands of goldfinches. No super yet. I hope she gets a nice fat cheque from scot power and enjoys the story about the husband in the outhouse on her return to us.
Well my new voluntary role seems to have taken up most of today. But I did go for a run between blustery showers and felt surprisingly good. And was inspired, thus:
Legs, heart and lungs working together
Unfamiliar strength in my feet
As solitary crows sulk on damp, wind-tousled grass
I think of black and blue-black birds
Crows, inscrutable in sooty black
Blackbirds, perky and bright eyed
Jackdaws raucous, cheeky
Choughs tumbling in mid air play
Ravens soaring, pinioned
Or strutting, massive and hookbeaked
Rooks too, social and canny
Sidling up to cars in the services
Begging for sandwich crusts
One small memory:
Standing at the bedroom window
Not long before his heart gave up
A young man, a full stop.
Look daddy there’s a blackbird!
No it’s a jackdaw, he has a hood
Four year olds don’t grieve
But sometimes they grow up to look at birds
To have strong hearts
And tears come, better late than never