…I’ve brushed my hair,
tied my shoes,
am just leaning in to shout goodbye to my son when
there, by the back door window I see you.
Brown, gold, white,
three stripes on your tail,
perched high on an upright plank of wood.
You know I am here, watching,
inside while you are out.
You turn towards the window then back to the hedge
your yellow eyes stare through the clutter of firewood stacks,
old bikes, boxes waiting for recycling
into the dense quilt of flowering ivy
still buzzing with wasps so late in the season.
What you see
is invisible to me.
This way, that.
A noise out there draws you back.
I stand behind class,
Then son opens the door,
dressing gown on,
breaks the spell.
let my son see,
then swoop away.
We head out and on with our days
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