The Rubbish Tip - Susan Jones

Herring Gulls, glide,
underbellies glistening white.

Carrion Crows,
black ashes in the sky.

Feathered members line the fence,
waiting for the food lobby.

The impression – playful,
scavenger birds having fun,

as they ply the warm thermals
on a February day.

While I eat ice cream
with my Octogenarian Mum
embroidering a memory dress.

When she is no longer earthbound
and I watch the birds
on another persistent birthday,

Alone, and on my own
I won’t be completely naked.

Susan Jones