There are no leaves on the trees, nests left abandoned.
No sound from that upright, solitary telegraph pole.
A pitiful view, as temporary as a lonely hotel room.
And I wish I could see a lovely red phonebox.
Where people once queued to dial a call.
All those busy people.
All those rustling leaves.
All those greenstick warblers.
Where have they all gone?
Capability Red Dec 2014
Tuesday, 9 June 2015
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