Mabh Savage
Words and the world passing by; how it sings to me; how I clamour back.
Hey
Hey
Miss it once
Hey
Look up
Two jackdaws in a sycamore tree
One edged along the main branch
Blinking down at me in curiosity
Sharing the autumn sun
All three cloaked against the autumn wind
The two birds aren’t hunting
Or foraging
Simply resting and being;
At the most, marking their territory:
Enjoying their existence
Reminding me not to feel guilty
About doing the same.
Mabh Savage 