Willow Warbler


He did a figure of eight around a pillar.
Huweet! Huweet! Huweet!
as he came and went, like sun rays in
passing clouds when striping the earth.

Diluted chest hair, string of black
at the eye. His beak shivered out his
vocal.
Huweet! Huweet! Huweet!

I stood with eye extensions
trying to get as close as I could
to this darting, spinning ball

that spun a webbed song around
a young tree. Then bowled himself
into the brambles, leaving my pupils
dazzled and dazed.

By Gareth Culshaw


Gareth lives in North Wales. He loves the outdoors especially Snowdonia. He is published in various magazines across the U.K. Visit his website here.

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