Monday, 28 September 2009
Another late response to TFE's writing prompt
Around sunset this time of year I get to squinting up the garden
and often beside the holly, there’s the black blur
motionless, it could be a shadow, mulching grasses, a wing perhaps -
a leftover from a night time feud.
Watch long enough and it moves then all bets are off,
even from this distance that giveaway lollop,
it is what it is, a minor aberration catching the eye,
sticking out among its sludge coloured kin.
It has no choice and standing out like this must be dangerous,
life-threatening to this soft-pelted prey
but that’s how I’d prefer to be
alone, my own self.