'Do You Like Butter?"

There's a festival

Of buttercups

In Highfield.

Lace caps crowd

The banks;

Meadowsweet, elderflower and milk parsley

Effervesce in creamy whites.

A fat hedgehog 

Is caught up in a 

Twist of grass

And has to be rescued,

Blinking, from its nature noose.

A collie has seen it

And barks his owner and me

Into awareness of its plight.

It is quiet.

At half term,

Neighbours have taken flight.

Finches, blackbirds and robins

Keep me company 

Round the trail paths

And I wonder,

If I will ever go anywhere else

Myself again?