Wednesday 27 September 2017

Not Today

Squadrons of geese
Flying in vees
Reminding me 
That today is to be seized

Time to plan ahead
Thankful I’m not dead
Preparing for the glorious
Swatches to burst into view

Then the cold hard scents
Of rotting leaves and 
Skeletal trees before the 
Inevitable freeze.

Flock off birds.
Not today!


Sept 2016

Matter

For three weeks.
There.
On the road.
By the curb.
Where each day
thousands accelerate
onto the highway

She started out a cat.
Somebody's cat to miss
or 
maybe feral, 
missed by her own
She's a cat no more.

Matter.


My glimpse is just a blip on my trip
Each day there is less of her 
Each day there is less of fur 
One day there will be none.

No one stopped and scooped
"Not my job", we say
Pass by passively every day
Unnoticed 
unwanted 
uncaring
These words are all that's left
Of a life that didn't matter.