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Elizabeth Lavers, London

Poems on the Buses Exhibition


At the high point, with two views of the cradling sea Round this small island, chickens control the road In a blatant extortion racket. Footpads, or worse, Amazon bandits – not ordinary hens – Flaunting bright, glossy feathers, strong, handsome legs, They hold to ransom startled visitors. A mistake, it turns out, to linger to admire With pockets devoid of any offerings. They flutter shoulder high to attack an ear, Peck viciously at ankles, hands and shins. No people about. One solitary cow Without a glance goes slowly sauntering on. The strangers turn tail and flee to the friendly shore. In the welcoming teashop, bird food is for sale.