4am glow of the numbers on the clock crawling towards morning
supermarket trollies in the rough ground by the stream so much purple loosestrife
out for a sandwich once again this young rabbit watching on the path
the way back from Lidl counting six red spots on the wings of a burnet moth
looking skywards for the hint of a poem the outline of the wings of a gull
slowing down for an unknown bird nothing but the white on black of a magpie