Poetry

Mine, and occasionally others'.

An Injury to One

The dog sniffs and circles
carefully selecting
the blade of grass on which to urinate

The bailiff slithers along the street
switching glare from smartphone to door and back
until the numbers match

Whichever blade the streak of piss strikes
its stench spreads rapidly
to its neighbours

Cuckoo?

Bird sings at midnight
Climate change, light pollution 
Or just a daft cock?

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