One sock on, one sock off

Pale ghostly shapes ride the currents

gulls, slipping and sliding through the air

on sharp edged wings

The crows gamble and play

dark raggedy wings flexing and twisting

to counter the ever-changing eddies

Pigeons battle headlong, buffeted by constant blasts

driven by the need to feed

like grey suited commuters

It's another blustery day in spring

*If you're wondering about the post title,

these words came as I looked out of the bedroom window, 

part way through getting ready for work.