The morning dressed in a thick tweed coat
crippled fence staggers away
I stop at the gate and wait
kingfisher arrives and sits on his post
cabbage tree already frozen in a pose
old barn, broken stairs, just stare
where are all in a game today
ready to play
you move you lose
now we wait
time passes and I'm bored
bang! I yell
we all burst out laughing
kingfisher has shit himself
and flown away
I nod at my friends and say
same time tomorrow ok?