On an evening
when apple was eating the
worm,
tree grating the sun
with some clouds, dusty
birds;
the green cloth
was spread to the orchard
wall.
I watched bees collecting
post
while cat was a tea cosy
with dozey trip-wire eyes.
Suddenly dog alarm in the
hedge
comes bursting from the
undergrowth:
big game hunter
and cat gone steeplejack.
Then dog winks
and we stretch out,
and I go back to being a
microscope
eyeball deep in daisies.
