Beaucoup de vent
A windy day
The streetwise Tom twist and turns
back arched. A kitten again.
Off his face on Catnip?
I don’t think so.
The secret’s up his tail.
Next door’s Spaniel squints his brown eyes
and pulls on the leash.
Eager to get his daily toilet over
before his flailing ears are ripped from his head.
For him a day of canine dreams in a sofa curl.
Folks walking East move at an angle
like Lowry’s figures.
Others walk West in Quasimodo hunches.
Smokers huddle in bus shelters
fighting a losing battle with boxes of Swans.
Seagulls hover on overworked wings.
Ragged hankies in the sky.
The gentle river’s surface turns black
vomiting miniature white horses
while the trees on the bank hum whale songs.
Remnants of last summer’s leaves,
butterflies flying like hopped-up bats.
The day passes bequeathing stillness
and the scene of a lost battle.