Fieldfares flutter its fine netting
maddened by the scented air,
their hard eyes looking for holes
into this open-air larder
where currants and berries sit
bright as jewels under the green leaves.
Fruit cage

Poetry & prose by Alex Hickman
Fieldfares flutter its fine netting
maddened by the scented air,
their hard eyes looking for holes
into this open-air larder
where currants and berries sit
bright as jewels under the green leaves.