Out here they holler too much
Litter themselves and each other.
pick on those smaller
gorge on anything ready.
They never sleep
the odd grunt and shuffle
to thump through with morning.
The ducks meet about the swans
there’s a show of wings for action.
The moorhens aren’t invited
gossip on the sidelines
shush one another when the swans go by.
The seagulls don’t care
catcall from above
get bored and go looking for people.
The swans pretend not to notice
drift with silent intent
stretch their necks for that bit more beak.
The river just smiles and rolls over
belly to the sun.
JV Birch is from Britain but living in Adelaide. Her poems have appeared in journals, magazines and anthologies in Australia, the UK, Canada and the US. Her new chapbook collection, Smashed Glass at Midnight, is in the Picaro Poets Series from Adelaide’s Ginninderra Press. JV blogs at www.jvbirch.wordpress.com.
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