13 June – Breakfast on the move

I think I’d get indigestion
if I ate my muesli while swinging
rapidly,
dramatically,
always
to
and fro.
But the bird on my neighbours’ feeder
is an extreme sport kind of eater.
He munches unperturbed,
seemingly undisturbed,
as if it causes him no commotion
to be flung in ocean like motion.
But I suppose if you’re already good
at drilling your head into wood,
your view of a breakfast swing
is a much more causal thing.
So rock on woody, rock on,
enjoy your fly-through brunch,
I’ll see you again for peekaboo
round the silver birch over lunch.