As the yews form a tunnel of
scatter shade to broom through.
Chaws on a biltong.
Swigs a Sierra Mist.
Unnoticed, there's half a pigeon corpse
on his bonnet, as he taps
the wheel to Heart FM
On his driveway,
he breathes in spring.
Looks around
School kids skipping.
He can't wait for recycling day
His bin is almost full.