Comedy

 
Today,it is predictable        
rehearsed as yesterday,        
        
gaps in  dialogues filling as I go        
and where?        
            
through trees and stiles        
dressed and showered,        
        
high street shops nothing planned        
but watch the clock        
        
geese and cattle beside the lake        
call at the bank or ATM.        
        
A well tried comedy practiced to a fault        
in rain or sun often on a monday      
        
and other days as well,        
        
kicking through the winding track        
deep in leaves and twigs,        
        
wipe my feet,  have coffee,        
restless rooks, cold east wind,      
        
blue tits in the holly, boots and motor cars,        
switch on the radio better hear the news,        
        
buzzards seeking rabbits        
grasses in the wind and foxgloves        

ditches run again with water        
that’s what there is about today.    
        
Predictable.        
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