Squirrel intestines,

plucked fleshy harp strings thrum their valediction song across a gum dot constellation of rain-silvered pavement.

 

Bird scolds metallic,

jolted cutlery in a draw.

Wren zip wires across road,

long chain of chimes follow toward flailed wall of hawthorn through rare punctuations of road-shush cars:

splinters;

sparks of arc weld,

ghosts of colour which shower the senses.

Drone music of traffic flow, all vehicular vibrato and baritone buzz.

 

Sky,

slab of knife-cut blackcurrant jelly,

thrown,

slap-stuck against a tiled wall.

Roadside smudge-edge yellow bars of paint imprison leathery leaves,

cigarette packet,

a denuded Sylvanian family mouse with arms and legs positioned mid-walk in an oily rainbow-stained wash of gravel

and beckon bony finger twigs.

 

Profile,

fuzz-mottled with moss,

wind-rubbed by Mother Nature,

grey frieze figures in profile,

stained green;

eyes to the Heavens,

limb-stretched to-the-max,

loin cloths and muscles:

folds in wind-rippled flags.

Time Rewards Industry; Punishes Sloth:

Time? A clock no longer strikes,

hands above heart in permanent prayer.

 

Jackdaws,

pleated black gowns;

ironed grey waistcoats,

cackle,

crackle in the clock tower,

fire-y laughter and rebuke.

They interplay solitaire with the ‘v’-shape fascia,

pop-in,

pop-out of cavities;

punches of portals;

interpolate,

answer back with a sharp beak crack,

ratcheted-up trills of blue tits` alarm calls,

the muted warning whistle of a nest-bound blackbird.

Jackdaws,

all out,

collect,

straight as skittles,

perch on a taut,

thick liquorice strand of insulated wire.

An anchor drops out of the sky,

falls in deceptive slow spirals and glides, closer, closer;

bright gold,

washed,

sieved at the edges of a black-hearted pool;

its eye.