Good Grief 76

The dunnock eats poppy seeds
The starling surveys territories from the top of a telegraph pole
A plane flies over high in the crisply bright blue sky trailing white threads
Footsteps crunch on icy pavements
.... neighbours greet each other
Cars drive off for the Saturday shop
Decay sinks to the ground as the garden gives in to the autumn sag
The dead absorb it all
The lost stand at back doors in silence and listen ...