Uncommon Weather

One bee fell into my lap

One I found on the floor on by the door

Creatures simply dropping

Yearning

For a cool breeze

Now it

Rushes in from the Atlantic

Onwards with a

Grind of gears a

Tightness of limb

They say you won’t be the greatest footballer

I wouldn’t worry too much

It’s an overrated game

Meanwhile birds flop out of trees

Exhausted by the heat

Outside the British Museum a large thuggish herring gull

Who is a long way from home

Pecks viciously at the lifeless body of a Jay

Sad to see this most colourful of birds

End its life this way.