Poem Category: All

in a moonless breeze
dodging
the after-swoop of an owl

these few local nests
we showed the children
pummelled with hail

even some beauty
in my phone’s close-up
the crow staring back

in the blackened hailstorm
we can only watch
the dinting of cars

easy to add more
to my charcoal sketch
the soundless gulls

a school boy fishing
his get-lost kiss
to the train on the bridge