Midday Stramash

Here we go again folks! It’s National Poetry Month. Here’s hoping I have enough brain cells to keep up the pace. Here’s Day One:

Midday Stramash

A feather flutters past the window followed

by several more causing me to look up

from doing the dishes just as the birdsong

takes a dark turn, more screech than serenade.

Then I see them, scrapping, like a couple

of belters after too much drink. Going for it

they were on top of the whirly-gig,

their balance impeccable, considering.

Two wood pigeons with an axe to grind.

The wee birds look on from the safety

of the fence, although their chirps sound

awfully like goading to me. Then a squawk

rips through the air like a broken trombone

and it’s over. One flies one way, one flies

the other, and the show is over. Who knows

what caused it, but the cat knows more than

she’s letting on. I know that look.

~The H Word~

#NaPoWriMo2021 #Day1