Autumn 2007 Poetry Competition First Prize
by Garry Kilworth
The robin that owns the front garden
allows me to dig there, though not without
constant supervision. And while I may
keep the vegetables, any meat is his.
The thrush that rules the roof
reminds me with her twilight songs
that my place is below hers,
though I am allowed to borrow
the use of her perch for my television
signal. The mouse behind the wainscot
tolerates my company, so long
as I remain on my side of the wall.
And the martins in the eaves,
the pigeons in the loft, the bats
in the attic, are all generously prepared
to permit my presence. I am not ungrateful
for this conditional kindness,
and creep about, softly, so as not
to give cause for complaint.
Only the cat asserts her authority,
insistent that I lock myself indoors
when she goes out for the night.
©2007 Garry Kilworth
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