PEANUTS FOR WILD BIRDS:
Trapping sunlit song, distant wheels hiss. Roads between fields.
Sunday scramblers, two-stroke, fresh cut grass, dirt, dust.
Bees stitch territorial birdsong as the wild herd lays down
in ploughed fields.
Mom’s in the loft, cataloguing history. A phone-call remembered.
Childhood on a map, streets cleared for progress. Photographs.