Caped Stillness

A mantle of black with open yellow beak swallowing all the midday air possible - as if it were taking part in some competition among the fraternity of garden birds yet making a presence so small and so still mocking death by acting cool - in a temperature of five and twenty this most noted strident bird does not move as on another nearby lawn two teenage cats fight - the ginger and white bib chasing off a young black pretender both oblivious of the black caped stillness as the sun lingers after its travail in hurrying in a glorious summer's day in spring making the flower garden glow with pride having no inkling of its and ours fall.