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Find an old painting –

Did I do that? Old poems ~

Who was it wrote those?

Teenager’s demand –

Insists on watching the news ~

My work here is done.

Sarcococca scent –

Confusing, pleasant surprise ~

Mid-Winter honey.

Daily lockdown walk –

Evidence of selfishness ~

Discarded face masks.

Daily lockdown walk –

The creek’s familiar curves ~

The sound of water.

Dalkey Island Sound –

A good place to pause and think ~

His ashes, long gone.

Dusk is descending –

Last visit to bird feeder ~

Bonbon the field mouse.

Every morning –

Without fail: birdbath befouled ~

Regular Blue Tit.

Noisy House Sparrows –

The gurriers of the hedge ~

Silent as I pass.

[Gurrier: Noun, from Irish gur cake (“confection consisting of a thick layer of fruit-based filling between two thin layers of pastry, often eaten by poor children”)]

The creeping Dunnock –

Doesn’t compete with sparrows ~

He’s sure of himself.

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