Poetry

A Wet Day

By 24th July 2006December 9th, 2019No Comments

Spots of water, wetting the window pane,
rattling themselves against the wooden plane;
cloud spray falls down upon the earth-green mass,
wetting the stunt trees and freshly mown grass,
and the rubber of the car-wheel goalpost:
the coke bottles and the sweet papers coast
with the takeaway cardboard container
and the broken hose-reel retainer.
A black-headed gull picks through the litter,
watched by a vole: wary, hopeful sitter,
waiting for the weighty scavenge to leave.
A mole sniffs the air from his earthy sleeve,
forepaws ready for a swift departure
from the plate of the scavenging creature.

Chris Green

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