The Unexpected Secret I Discovered While Sitting on My Park Bench

The Unexpected Secret I Discovered While Sitting on My Park Bench

A bright brisk breeze turns leaves clockwise
as a glimpse of a blackbird darts out of sight
with its alarm bell beak sounding the alarm
for catnapping cats to wake up for their bag lady’s daily bag o’ biscuits.

Criminal chancing it hooded crows,
always on their toes for a free meal steal,
pick a nick from under a dozy feline nose
as overhead swifts make a getaway from private reflective eyes like swooping pickpockets.

There’s a plaque on this park bench and it reads:
“You may suffer the side effects of drowsiness or wonder on benches like these.”
That’s a lie and there isn’t, but imagination feeds
on the medicine of moments sat completely alone amongst trees.

This poem written today is the first of a new idea for my next collection – coming as soon as possible to your computer screens!

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