STILL LIFE WITH DUCKS
Hurry off to work and rush
At the crossroads need to push
Through the waiting green-man crush.
Traffic gap – dodge a light –
Can’t be late – my time is tight.
Foggy breath begins to float
As the cold assaults my throat
And shrinks my skin inside my coat.
A slowly-moving man in front –
Sidestep him with breathless grunt.
Snapshot spotted from the bridge –
Deep black river’s icy edge
Frozen over by the hedge.
Nothing moves, not gull nor duck.
December day dawning dark.