Moving Back In

It's noticeable there's a bit more wildlife about. Or a a bit less cautious. Maybe it's just here on the edge of suburbia. I wrote this for a wellbeing project/competition at work:

 

 Moving Back In

 

The annual blue tits have returned

And the goldfinch

To flit and chatter

And peck out fresh buds,

Unperturbed by mankind’s crisis.

 

Then one day a pheasant, a pheasant

Took a walk across our suburban patch

And then more game, a red legged partridge,

Said Google,

Ventured, from his estate to ours.

 

They say noise pollution is down

And the wildlife is moving back in

Though this high street is noisy with buses and boy-racers,

with footfall at the chemist opposite.

 

Our robin is quietened –

A pair of magpies scouting out a location, location,

And a pair of cloaked ravens flap fingered wings

Their flight path ignoring the parallel lines

That mark our domains

 

Foxes who tore open rubbish on Sunday nights

Now openly pad across lawns, leaping fences,

No news of poisoned bats to disturb their play.

 

No facemasks, no lockdown, no travel bans

Nature runs free while we stand still,

watching