Day 2 – a visitor poem
I always know when she’s arrived
unannounced, slinky in her white fur
stepping like a model, conscious
of being beautiful, owed something.
It’s the racket others make
that gives her away. No open-mouthed
admiration for her, no flash
photography, no way!
All she gets for her catwalk display
is a yard full of birds, like parents
anywhere, uttering urgent cries,
warnings, insults, expletives …
I throw gravel, hiss and slam doors.
She bolts, offended, through a gap
in the back fence. Possibly stalks
home. The birds begin a sweet twittering.