Here is a poem

Here is a poem

An if not now when?

*Passes the binoculars

Think of it like a bird-table

hanging from a goat-willow tree

Somewhere for the sparrows

to arrive upon and take succour

inside its damp moss covered form

A miniature primitive hut

evoking the majesty of Corinth

Suspended for a moment mid-air

seeds spilling to the ground below

Birds twitching like anti-matter bulbs

in an inverted roadside illumination

beckoning drivers to stop

and grab some nutritious sustenance

a bite to eat

before continuing on their way

to the final destination

the museum of human endeavour.