May 2

SATURDAY 2 20

A flicker of green
as a wren leaps out of the
way, hides in the hedge.

SUNDAY 3 20

A piebald spaniel
flops in the water, scrambles
out, splashes back in.

MONDAY 4 20

On the apex of
the roof, the crow surveys the
trees below, then swoops.

TUESDAY 5 20

Wide-winged, shimmering,
a dragonfly lands on the
path, remains there, still.

WEDNESDAY 6 20

Too impatient to
wait for dark, the round moon shines
in the sunny sky.

THURSDAY 7 20

Bunting appearing
and flags, on walls and fences
along with rainbows.

FRIDAY 8 20

I wake up knowing
that sometime today I’ll hear
Roll Out the Barrel.