A Dance of Feathers – A Poem

A Dance of Feathers

By N. M. Sirett©

A DANCE OF FEATHERS

Birds splinter air

Appear from nowhere

The sky winks eyes

.

Wings like lashes curling

Their bulk like spitting bullets

Firing over rooftops

Before alighting on

A TV Aerial

Pronging the creatures

In a line

.

Chargrilled by sunlight –

Bird-kebabs. And beneath,

That chimney pot:

A brick pig snout

Snorting up at rectrices

.

A scattering frisson

Lifts and frays

Like aired sheets in summer sun

The pattern unweaves from blue cotton

.

And the air, the birds, the houses

All play for time

Above our street

Where boredom sinks

Into putty paving

Fixing its gaze on the ether

Forever looking sky bound

Watching

A dance of feathers

Fluttering above the grey