In the early morning light from a steamy window.

I spy a shadowy figure walking elegantly past the parked cars.

It makes no sound and appears to have no one to fear.

Its exhaled breath floats away like a spirit in the chilly morning air.

I stand and look down on the scene holding my breath in case it hears my breathing.

I know it’s not likely through the double glazing.

I stand in wonder at the incongruity of beauty in such a place.

I always thought that they lived in areas of open space.

In a highly populated area with the road noises constant hum.

The late night drunks that fight and shout around the streets.

The intrusive sound of sirens that pierces what goes for silence here.

Who would have thought that in the poor end of town I would see the Bury St Edmunds Unicorn?

How appropriate that Michael gove is heading up the project yellow hammer. Named after a bird that is on the red list due to its decling numbers. Hopefuly much like the conservative party perhaps they should be on the red list?

Sitting in the sun with her cool silk dress gently rippled in the warm breeze

Enjoying the quiet moment, in a little dappled shade from the trees

No noise to disturb the peaceful scene, except the gentle hum of the bees

No stress or calls for help, no crying children clinging to her knees

A cool glass of pimms with the condensation forming on the glass

A cigarette burning in a long holder dangles from her hand

No unpleasant thoughts within her head abide

The glass syringe has fallen on the lawn, she’s played her final hand

The husband looks down at the beauty sitting there, resists the stroke of the hair

The parents stand and stare why didn’t we know, why weren’t we there

The police look for evidence of foul play, and have opinions they can’t share

The children weep for their loss, the only honest emotion on this tranquil summer afternoon

I have been writing stuff for years i have A small book of poems on amazon and have a youtube site. I like to write about my in some ways idilic childhood in suffolk. And the relatives and people i knew there i will always be a suffolk boy even though i am now rather old.