Thursday, 3 April 2014

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.

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