The Nervous Man
The nervous man
Slight awkward stance
Waiting for a train
Talking to the rain
Is he mad?
Is he sad?
A broken heart?
How many times has his life been torn apart?
He doesn’t fit in
Fashion and style were never his thing
His glasses, dark brimmed sixties style
A cardigan under the coat
His fathers before his no doubt!
The nervous man
Avoiding eye contact with his fellow man
Looking at the floor
Concrete’s concrete for ever more!
A kestrel for some reason lands
Walks up to the nervous man
He doesn’t know what to do
Does the raptor just wants some food?
It stands in front of him
Starts pecking at his ankle and shin?
He tries to shoo it away
But this falcon means to stay
It flies around his face
It tries to peck his face
His glasses fall and crack
He tries to run away and crushes them under foot
He bumps into a man and that makes him run closer to the track
He slips and lands on the line
People try but there is no time!
The kestrel watches and leans over to make sure?
It turns and sees me looking at it for sure!
It then flys up to my seat and sits looking hard at me
Then it flies and hovers in front of me
I stand and take a step back to see
Then it frantically pecks hard at the plastic screen
It then flies up and sits on a pole
Dumbfounded I look at the damage done
I see beyond the holes in the plastic cover to what is underneath
A lost notice for a pretty girl
I look closer at the story next to her face
I can’t believe and through the commotion on the platform look up to see the kestrel on its perch
He’s gone and I turn back to see
The young girl missing and I re-read the story in front of me
She was fifteen and had a unique hobby indeed!
For she was a falconer and her Kestrel was called ‘Mercy’
Copyright © A Yorkshire Poet | Year Posted 2018
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