Seven days of a beautiful week

On Monday, I found a lonely duck’s feather,
floating through the crisp morning air as elegant as a
ballerina.

On Tuesday, I walked to the Highfields park,
and watched the energetic children play on the emerald grass
and watched the battered play equipment frown.

On Wednesday, I saw a murder of crows
swiftly flying above our local Sainsburys,
I backed up listening to there deafening call.

On Thursday, I touched the silky skin
of a juicy peach, as I picked it off a old
crumbling tree.

On Friday, I felt the warm run
through me as I drank a warm
cup of hot chocolate.

On Saturday, I heard a sly fox
raid our bins as I watched a hedgehog
run away in fear.

On Sunday, I dreamt of a cattle in a field,
a elegant bird singing a magical song
and watched the sunset over the horizon.