The summer sun has risen and slowly warms this July day,
the chance to eat alfresco is commanding
and I totter to the garden with my breakfast-laden tray.
Relaxed, I butter toast and pour the tea and sit regarding
the Hollyhocks that peer at me above the fence.
Today, for once, no tasks await, too pressing or demanding.
Seemingly alone, I’m made aware my special place is dense
with a myriad fellow creatures, flying high.
The exodus from the high-rise block of nests is so immense
they brush graffiti with their wings on the canvas of the sky
and swoop across my path with so much zest… Oh!
There are so many of them that I cannot quantify.
I sit with buttered toast and marmalade from Tesco
and wonder, was it wise, to decide to eat alfresco?
© Marion Sharville August 2006