Poetry

Three little birds

Three birds bicker on a telephone wire,

each wanting to claim communication as its own.

They tweet and tweet, overlapping, undermining,

swapping positions and stances. Hopping from foot to foot

and puffing out their feathers. A girl walks

by and catches their dispute. In her bag she carries

seed for the wild birds who visit her garden.

 

She offers some, but they ignore her.

So she leaves the seed on the ground and goes on her way.

 

As the day wears on, the bickering birds grow tired.

Hunger gnaws at them, and eventually they relent

and fly down to pick at the seed.

As soon as they leave the wire, they forget

what it was that was so important to them about it,

and after they fill their crops, all three fly off to roost.

Poetry

The Button

I see it. The button:

press in event of emergency.

Go on, then, press it.

But I don’t know what will happen!

Ah, that’s the fun of it.

Press it.

If…if you insist.

I don’t insist on anything.

You’re the one insisting.

After all, you’re talking

to yourself.

There’s no-one else left here

now.

It’s just you.

Press it.