splintering of twigs

branches churn fluttering wings

doves’ loving flurry

a single flower

focus in on its pink heart

its subtle perfume

from the room above

a single chime, a call to

meditation

the fool on the hill

insidious mushroom rings

a red button glows

orange lights flashing

the dog rumbles a long growl

groaning bin lorry

when sleep is troubled

with fractured dreams the day breaks

with a crumpled face

now amidst the rain

some snowflakes fall and cling to

trees in melting drops

Some days are gritty

grinding along like an old

bicycle, old bones

the cat with its mouse

breaks into our new foodstore

deposits it there

how convenient

they cannot hear our anguished

screams or choking sobs