By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

There is a constant rise
and fall of squabbles
between this variation
of rooks and songbirds

which was earlier today
played out in the shop
where pecking old women
disagreed in quick Hebrew

They found a sullen perch
to nudge within whilst queued
Here ruffled cotton feathers
were preened and re-aligned

Mike Bell Poetry

Mike Bell aims to write 10,000 poems, stick them up here one at a time, and then take a nap. By then he should be about 85 years old and have out-gunned PD, dementia, and the end of days. Possibly. Before the floods and fires. Mike Bell is found working for money as a freelance set designer.

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