I don't know
what it means...

How I miss you
at night...

Life
is neither...

I turned
into a banshee...

From each person
a thread...

The magpie
was swooping...

Multi-coloured whirlygigs
and dangling DVD mobiles...

My neighbour
wondered where all the birds were going to...

The little blackbird
watches over me...

I thought my little mate the blackbird
was being bullied by his flock...

All the madness
had leached out...

Going by the pits
lying everywhere...