Ben Stainton

I DONE BIRD

Robin foams at the breast & swallows an apple 

whole, desperate to impress. Ducks fold into holes 

& pretend to sleep. Clouds defecate. A trudging 

pack of bachelors urgently picture anything other 

than bird. ‘Donuts!’ I scream at the obese pigeons 

& (for a blessed second) they are.