Dozing in my deckchair

after a lovely Lebanese lunch.

A breeze in the trees,

warm air wafting over me.

The buzzing of bees

and a lazy plane.

The scent of roses,

a drop of sap on skin.

The excited cries of children

playing in granny’s garden.

A wood pigeon’s wingbeats

and the deep bark of a dog.

The clatter of cutlery

and chatter of pub customers al fresco.

Rooks cawing

and the yack of a jackdaw.

A nuthatch bubbling about

and kites crying up high.