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.
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