Swifts over the Garden

Two swifts, sickle-sharp
Are honed on a whetstone sun
High in a June sky

May Bank Holiday Birds

Swallow

Wandering minstrel

Plucks a tune from a blue sky

Air on a up-draft

Swifts

Now the sky, blue bowl

Rings with your shrill cry; returned!

Brimful with summer

Swifts and Sparrows

Swifts overhead

A glint of metal

Catches my eye, high in sky

Palette knife paints blue

Sparrow Lane

Street theatre in tree

Leaves shake with laughter, cheep! cheep!

Sparrows tell rude jokes