Cestus

Reservoir 

Under psychic duress

A few ducks and  gulls

Cormorants on a dead wood pole 

Two swans land erratically but perfectly 

Two  spoons clash 

The green ingredients are perfectly blended

 Your bus ride south will take no time 

Venus is your guide 

Wintering 

Shielded by towers 

Ghosting  on the edge 

There is potential for development but the reality is footings wouldn't hold