by Caroline Whalley
Small tits, razor sharp at operating
the routes through and over airways
Dart, dive, feast on seeds and balls of lard
Pigeons stout like grounded galleons
Square rigged, traditional, old fashioned
Teeter and waddle in my backyard
Day 16, of what will be a ‘one a day’ poem. By the end of April 2021, 30 poems will create a series written throughout the month of April 2021. Each poem covers a fragment, a snippet taken consecutively throughout a day.