mudflats

he watched the birds
come and go
on the mudflats
but his mind was dead

the piebald gypsy ponies
in the scrub
ignored him

a heron in a channel
that was trickling
with the turning tide
tilted its head
from side to side

but his mind was dead

people came and went
some said hello
some wore binoculars
statements of intent
to tick a birder’s box

and break the monotony
of their retirement years

there were waders
and noisy migrants
ducks and geese
little brown things
in the bushes
clouds that looked like

something

he couldn’t tell
he didn’t care
he could not hear
them calling

his mind was dead

but he heard the cuckoo
and almost smiled
remembering
something

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