Summer's End

During the night a flower pot was up-turned.

We saw it from the windo but the rain

Gusted by the wind, kept us indoors

Until mid-morning, when I ventured out

To see if our badgers had returned.

No sign of them, but, despite the warmth

Oozing from the late August sun,

The air had turned autumnal and the leaves

Were blustering above me, shutting out

The distant whine of gulls - and starlings, who

Sat clustered on the chimney-pots before

They swirled and scattered to the south once more.

Brian Hick August 2009

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