Missed

 

 

 

 

 

 

Early February mist and greys,
the gutted, gloomy one,
but sultry summer-thunder days,
though still far off, will come,
as will a caw of murderous crows,
their stick-built nests a-litter,
while puddle-paddling, fluttering sparrows
delight us with their twitter,
unlike the social media squawks
with their mad, barking soundbites
below the gold-tipped wings of hawks
gliding down the sky-heights.

There’s balance here, but is it right?
Take a look at the nation’s plight.