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Saturday, 9 July 2016

three purple welly boots on the doorstep
did someone hop home?

three cats perched on the windowsill
they all turn towards me as I open the gate next door
and dart away in unison around the corner of the house

I cannot hear the doorbell
but inside three dogs respond
with a cacophony of barks, yaps and whines

A blustery January day
brings down a huge desiccated sycamore leaf
it crash landed and skidded to a halt at my feet

on the scruffy street
blue wing feathers glisten
in the early June sunshine

a clutch of sparrowlings
hesitate on the path
unsure which parent to follow

sitting on the letter box
its attempt at camouflage
is wasted

captured on a thread of cobweb
I lift it free
and it drifts
purposelessly away

on the doorstep
tiny blue boots
hoping
anticipating
another snowy day

the man is just a clot of shadow
lit by a tiny red glow
the familiar scent surrounds me
in a cloud as I cycle past

ahead, the frosted grass alongside the cycle track
glows eerily in the darkness

In between the passing of trams
one pigeon splashes about in a deep puddle on the track
the others watch doubtfully
the water must be cold