The view out the back
Must be of more houses
For all I can see, all around
Is houses, houses, houses
How long ago
Was Kestrel Drive
A meadow, or a field
Or a habitat, for birds of prey
Today I sit on a bench
There is a nameplate
Bur this is no one’s favourite place
And I doubt it will become mine
Especially with the lawnmowers
And hedge trimmers chiming in
Also the hungry seagulls
Waiting to pounce
But the sky is blue
Only one small cloud
And that a good way off
But heading in this direction
As was the community bus
Which slowed down
With a squeak and a squeal
Before making a right turn
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