theres a gazillion birds
in the garden airspace
at least a gazillion
i counted them
and one big black cloud
whos
guilty
of
withholding
the rain i need
there two dozen contrails
made
from
sterility conspiracy
and
unnatural vapour
and there two white feet
mine
theyre hobbit like & hoof like
changing & morphing before my gaze
and
i
look
away
( wide eyed & worried )
to
the black cat
sitting
just
right
the way they do
in
impossible perfect construction & peace
and
theres
a
moody
wasp
he looks like hes going insane
fly here fly there
and
repeat
its uncomfortable to see
hes deep in an indecision breakdown
and
i
wonder
if i should twat him
into an oozing squash
on
the
pebble
filled
patio
cement
pic by tegmin on imgur.com
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