Poem 401

A trick of the eye alters how I see a familiar location … this bears similarities to Poem 81 …

Station In The Wind

A bus swung by on its lines
and a cat wound its tail
around the stem of a rubbish bin
then fell down flat
only after all a scrap
of black builder's paper
that pounced round a corner
in the wind
                        a paper cat
to terrorise the paper mice
leaves tickets and wrappers
that scratch
jump and scurry
round this station when it blows