Sparrow
There is a crack above the front door Hidden away in the honeysuckle An electricity cable runs into the cottage And a sparrow shuffles away on her eggs far inside. It's driven Albert and Mary bananas today. As the faint scrape of wings on stone echo around the living room like whispers. The animals' anticipation is electric and has woken me a few times during the day.with its screaming stress I've just got up, Eaten a punnet of tiny tomatos Then I've returned to bed with a pillow over my head