through the silence clicks from the central heating ticks from the clock

black against black
in the car park a crow
pecks at the frost

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strings and a bow that’s all it takes though maybe a hand would help and a shoulder to cry on

snowman plays Bach
a scarecrow Vivaldi
who cares

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all my best work thrown out with the rubbish this sea of troubles

corrugated iron
a crow silhouetted
perched on a wave