Antique rooks scuff and scratch,beaks catch
against frosted buds stuffed tight into black branches
criss crossing bleak low sunlight.
Small children run,silhouetted,
long shadows slowly settle among clattering noise of solitary tram.
Sparrows scatter dotting turquoise streaked horizons
beyond a hurrying man.
The seascapes distant storm
has slowed. Silent ships skirt mudflats,
scraping each worn metal hull,mournful waves lift against their sides.
Cormorants bob like corks
among the harbours cull of chocolate wrappers and bottles
bullish boys race cold and mottled skin against a keen wind.
Slipping through narrow streets they rattle bin lids,
water glints on lingering tide.Doors slam shut on silence,
absurd call of a gull mocks it all.