a fledgling tawny owl
to whit, one learning to fly
landed here and sat still
we watched and waited
for it to fly
it watched
and waited
for us to go too


CLP 16/05/2022


startling trilling song
a pair of wrens exchanging rapidly delivered melodies
the first on buddleja behind the old brick wall
filling the levelled yard with song
opposite the old wharf-side warehouses
its opposite sat bowing the tip of the lone fir
calling up the Sun from behind the wood
clumped along the ridge
where tonight the calls of owls will conjure up the Moon


CLP 23/12/2021