A flock of starlings

feathered shoal in wonderous

murmuration

solitary swan

frames himself with such perfect

choreography

Waiting for a train

in Glasgow’s Central Station

pigeons have no feet

Once it is over

we will see what an awful

shambles we have made

resplendent peacock

folding his radiant tail

dines on scattered fries

So many people

imprisoned within the walls

of their homes and minds

Amidst pandemic

chaos, a time for quiet

contemplation

angry winter wind

punishes the forest trees

peace returns with spring

We tell them reflect

freely think of how you think

but fitting our frame