Patrick Widdess (9.24.06)

The Sound of One Leg Walking

I am woken every morning
by the purposeful stride of a well-made shoe
swiftly passing my window.
Each step sounds a click,
sharp and steady as a metronome.
The alternate step is as pronounced and punctual in
its absence,
a silent echo to its heavy soled counterpart.
One time I woke early and wheeled myself to the window
but dozed off,
waking just in time to see a leather clad heel vanish
round the corner.



Chinwags

Chinwags perch on the rose bush,
their nattering song rises with the morning sun.
Watch them hop amongst the long grass,
looking for gossip to feed their young.

Michael Crowe's blog http://www.figcrumbs.blogspot.com/