A Summer's Evening

Six friends invited

for dinner.

Wine they brought

and beer we made

filled glasses laid ready

and we drank to the summer.

Wood pigeons not invited

called from the roof,

scratched in the trees,

perched on the fence

with intent to drown 

our quiet conversation.

'Enough,' you said and rising

from the garden table,

took up your iPad

and found a buzzard call.

Better than a gun,

it scattered pigeons

in all directions.

Quiet wafted over us

like the sudden fragrance

of honeysuckle on the air.

©Janet Henderson 18th July 2017