Salmon Poetry

Migration

They come after Christmas

in winter plumage,

settle in last year’s roost,

return to familiar pastures

to feed.

The latest arrival holds court

at his usual table,

claiming the barman

as trophy friend,

crows his cleverness

at fleeing the freeze,

mocks the tourists

and their week-long desire

to turn in the sun,

explains how the locals

are unable to grasp

the basics of lawn care

in spite of instruction,

for dinner orders

egg and chips.

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