Trapped

The winter leaves flutter in the wind

Pulling away from their captive branch,

Trying to break free:

Like trapped birds

Beating their wings at the cage bars,

Seeking new life in the freedom of flight.

Slave to the tree;

Or to you and me.

Poem and photo copyright Englepip©

Bin Day sunset

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Bin day tomorrow and people have put out their bins as the sun sinks at the top of the road. An early morning collection means they don’t have to get up with the dawn! But actually an urban scene like this has its own charms I think.

 

Photo copyright to Englepip©

 

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