A window on wildlife in the city

A window on wildlife in the city

Beyond my thoughts is the new day
And the call of the birds,
Gulls; great arcs of smooth flight,
Their wings brushes of expression
Invisibly painting the wide sky,
No record left to hold on to or dwell,
A swift moving on,
All is moment and now and here,
No clinging

A russet fox ambles
In the garden below
Marking territory,
His magnificent brush.
Brimming health and sureness,
Jumps the wall into
The garden next door
Strides across then leaps
Upon the high back wall

Nonchalantly easy,
Lingers, looks, sniffs,
Without fear, utterly contained,
Fresh in the world
Fresh in the moment
Fresh to my eyes,
Then slips away,
A sweep of coppery river
Disappearing
Behind the old stone wall.

Friday 21st March 2014