Chug, chug, a canal boat putt, putts towards me, holiday time smiley waves and in the branches lots of birds fight and sing and try to eat, fluffy, scraggy, bit stupid, fast, so fast, zip here, zip there, over logs and banks, through fences, ancient fences, fences that tell stories of old wars, old books, stacked beside the fireplace, faded covers, a home for grit, granules of disease, getting tired now, in armchair, glass of wine, fire toasting feet and some dog I seem to have kidnapped earlier today when I was out walking