Sightseeing
A few summers ago,
the cloudless blue a marker
to my memory that it was during
Covid times,
I saw above my city garden
that fantastic single bird.
A few flaps of its gigantic wings
and it was gone,
passing over Cardiff and who knows where else;
not in any hurry for sure.
Such confidence, such power,
sky high,
and me small as a mouse,
catching sight of it only because
I was hanging out the washing.