A dustbin lid
(Green, recycling)
Whips closed,
Gun-crack sharp
In restful suburbs.

A whirr of city-grouse
(Cheap, fat pigeons)
Startles up
From the long grass.

Dawn chorus
(Missing dawn by miles)
Bounces cheerfully about,
Reflecting from snug-tight
Double glazed
Bedroom windows.

Today they will be thrown open
Today spring awaits
In sunlit alleys
On blossom-specked webs
With rain-bloomed
Common-weeds radiant.