Pigeons in the Underpass

In feathered shrouds they

Mourn the cold, misty morning
Statues on streetlights

Spring

In a bluebell gown

Sylvia brushes her hair

Braiding in birdsong

Autumnal Skies

Two river swans fly
White arrows piercing grey skies
This way to the lake

Unexpectedly In Margate

Two green parakeets

Play kiss-me-quick through the streets
Raucous seaside fun

Starlings at Rochester Airport

At the roundabout

Rowdy cameraderie

Starlings winter roost

Up on the streetlights

All in a row gathering

Starlings settle down

Swans on the River at Dusk

Millpond reflections
Of the swans, cygnets now grown
Into grey shadows

Seagulls

Sky turned to pink shells

Sunset and seagulls fly home

Calling the sea tides

Shoreline waders wait

Feathers ruffled by tide winds

As their boat comes in

Overhead he cries

A quavering note of despair

Late, last and alone