Matt Gilbert
Once, when fleeing from myself, I was arrested by a magpie,
as it dragged some almost dead thing, towards a cherry laurel hell
Stood there rapt, attentive, in a park, rising over Brockley,
gripped beneath the trees, by a routine, nature thriller
The conclusion of another creature, must-see box-set in a bush,
against which, my troubles paled, changing channels, I went home.
Matt Gilbert is a freelance copywriter, who also blogs about place, books and other distractions. Originally from Bristol, he currently gets his fill of urban hills in south east London. Twitter (@richlyevocative).
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