a little birdie…

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 Notes on a summer’s eve jog, during the pandemic

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 they all look on…
the raucous rooks rollick:
“hey porky, you’re too unfit”
the jiggedy jackdaw japes:
“you’re too infirm”
the swooping swifts swipe:
“you’re too slow!”
the picky pigeon proffers:
“you’re like my juicy worms – no legs!”
and the wriggly wren whispers:
“you’d never cut it you know,
not at your age”….

and though they be the words of a sage –
from my elevated position mid-jog
I still take a longing look across the verdant valley
over to what was a manicured park
where regulation white lines
are now masked (as are we)
by un-tamed, over-lush, emerald swards
rather than the hordes
of excited onlookers

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 And my mood isn’t helped (on my return home)
as I watch son #3
rummage and rescue
then lob his abandoned boots into a bag
and cycle off to meet his buddies
to assuage their craving
for socially distanced: passing, shooting, saving
and no doubt
a tekkers-bout…..

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 “Jealousy, jealousy, custard
Stick your nose in mustard!”…..

5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 alack, in this spell of labyrinthine lockdown
I thought I’d grown to like and admire
that trilling, flame-breasted robin! 🙁


Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/a-little-birdie/