feeling it in slow time

so who cares where the sun is
when you are sitting at a  dark window
your paws sadly resting on the sill
waiting for that someone
grey clouds gathering
and its looking quite a bit like rain?
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Can you see him waiting in the window?
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Can you see her, sitting all day on her nest?
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And look at him, now its evening, eyes fixed on the dark clouds wondering if it will thunder…..
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…that’s when …  the nesting lady takes her chance!

Gill McGrath© April 22. 7.00 pm ~~

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Update: Late sunset here  with clear skies and a bit of color 8.40 pm ~ and a moon!

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in between the lines

Seeing you
color in the day
under
and over the lines
through the hedge
glancing your reflection
through the soft blue carpet. Gill McGrath©

2015 04 22 under the wires jpg sig GM©

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Gill McGrath© April 22. today 6.15am ~~ ‘It’s color not colour.OK!’©
Early Bird

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caught turning to gold

Up too late to catch the first pink of dawn over the way, I went into garden barefoot,with the camera- what a mistake – the grass was so cold, so wet, I nearly flew back to the kitchen. But the pigeon pair, sitting on one of the lines above under the blue were in the middle of a conversation clearly excited about the hazy golden sun getting ever brighter and still rising in the middle of the gap over the way.

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There was a sudden flurry and the gent pigeon took off while the lady remained innocent, still seated, cooing gently – on the line. He landed on another wire nearer the sun and seemed to crawl dejected along it towards the pole looking for his best seat to watch it all.

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A few others tried to join him but were quickly seen off!

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The sun ever brighter continued to set everything aglow – and then the birds flew away – to chase other things!

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…… But look at her back on the line – still there – She has turned to gold –
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And he has come back to her – having caught the gold – although I think he got a bit too close! – He obviously lost his head – and is quietly waiting to recover!

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With any light mist burned away now gone – the fields to the side beyond the old Cherry tree – are suddenly quite yellow

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Yeh!
Gill McGrath© April 21. beautiful day Early Bird

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Passenger. Lisa Hannigan

“Passenger”

Walking round Chicago,
I have smuggled you as cargo,
though you are far away unknowing.
By the time we get to Salt Lake
I have packed you in my suitcase,
ironed the creases from my own remembering

She said Bird, why?

We wound our way to Texas
where I summoned remote hexes
and I sent them across dust and oceans.
In Phoenix, Arizona I had the notion
I might phone you,
but there it lived and died, a notion.

She said Bird, why? I said Bird, why?

Oh my satellite, oh my passenger.

We came up on Ohio,
I have you chewed on like a biro.
You are a sum I am no closer to deciphering.
We came up to Minneapolis,
all fizzy blood and twitchy fists.
I buried you in a day of snowing.

She said Bird, why? I said Bird, why?

Oh my satellite, oh my passenger.

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