The Buzzard

Wings, like broad brush strokes

Painting an abstract blue sky,

Quarter the canvas

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