You picked a fine one. Take some apples if you want, there’s plenty.
At the edge of the pond a birds nest sways in the crook of a branch, it leans right out over the water. I used to live by the sea lying awake listening to the waves roar, fearful. In dreams the house would float far out to sea.
Wind skites the surface, a row boat slowly spins and there at its bow a cormorant
gothic, mythic, glorious.
It stretches its wings as wide as the pond,
whin, haw, haglet, craw,
blackie, phasie, doo.
The burns all around here used to be full of fish. Mind after work going out with my rod. Now they’re all gone.
The sky darkens and squally rain blatters the grassy banks making it slippy in wellies.
A kestrel hovers for a moment and wheels away to the north.
Off for a day of health and safety.
My knees are buggered now see. Stuff I used to do when I was young. My ain fault. A rope around your neck, pulling out an engine. Ha, daft eh….
I take a bite of an apple and pull a face watching the music box bird take flight
singing its song for winter.
2 Replies to “November day.”
Lovely poem too
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