From a council-flat in Bury, Through a wide window, I see - Landing on neighbouring tiles - Some starlings, pied wagtails, The hop of magpie and sparrow; And hear geese bark as they go.
A fancier's pigeons circle, While a white flock of gull Play the wind in a dark grey sky - The contrast catching my eye; As does the arc of a rainbow - With sun and rain toe-to-toe.
Quiet thought turns to Constables, As the wide-glass enables Broad views of strong cumulus sky - Changing shape as time goes by; And - with moors, too, in the background - It's nice to briefly lounge round.