They’ve landed

 

Summer colour

 

Sunset

 

A lush border

 

A giant thistle

 In the Memorial Gardens

A poem

There's an eerie woosh

and a wood pigeon plumps

down into a kowhai.

It sits there pleased

and with red rimmed eyes,

judges our intentions. 

It's small head a cork 

perched on a jug.

excerpt from a poem by Kay McKenzie Cooke.

Pea, pie, (s)pud