Cuckoo Dancers

Cuckoo Dancers Discarded dusty beer bottle lying dormant on the tracks Commuters await their carriage Adorned in business like macks Trees sway in gentle breeze Capable of more tension, Performing their shedding of leaves Far too many to mention.   Pigeon jumps on pigeon Mating season for all to see, Another squirrel scurries across the tracks, Across leaves and debris. Solitary heron surveys the scene, The dance of the platform, The cuckoo dancers ensue.   Discarded shower gel lies half empty on the tracks, How this could have got there, no one can tell One person steps forward to check for his train, Another steps back with woeful refrain This pattern continues to emphasise my point, Stemming from this anxiety a new dance I anoint.   Discarded crisp packet bounces gently across the tracks Reminding me very much of a man on the moon, Station clock shows the train arrival is now late, Man grunts, swings his brolly...he is clearly irate.   Discarded cigarette pack fades gradually on the tracks Whilst woman fixes make up, man kills time by playing with his phone, Amazes me how people just can't leave them alone! Man lights his cigarette in a reluctant fashion, His car has broken down and he hates public transport with a fervent passion.   A multitude of people are gathered here today, Business attire the name of the day A brief case, a brolly, a black bowler hat, And in some extreme cases A flasher mack and a comedy 'tache!   Suddenly in the distance A growing light appears, A communal silent sigh of relief As the train begrudgingly nears Man stubs out his cigarette As the train makes its approach, In anticipation of his selection of coach.   Discarded Autumn leaf floating lazily across the tracks, The platform is now empty Awaiting its latest cuckoo dance!   Copyright S Rose