Transferred – for good reasons – to an upper room
with restricted view of an upper world through dusty
glass, askew.
From treetops in highest relief against the sky birds
traverse, near and far too rapid to identify.
But starlings spiral and sink together out of sight
below to squabble over feeders on a stick tree in the
wall-bounded hollow.
A wagtail opposite, between-whiles, performs its
passeggiata with pirouettes upon the tiles.
And when a rooftop sunset cranes the neck, a long
shadow snags the eye’s periphery as old Avery
plods along beside the fallow.
NP, November 2020