April 15

Despite the boasting drone of cranes, the dinosaur screams of saws, the echoing hammering and shouting from the building work; despite the smug metallic hum of passing traffic, the grunting slice of a grass cutter, the heavy sighing of descending plans, the mumbled gossip of people around me, the excited barking, the clapping children, the grating complaint of remote-controlled planes; despite all of this I heard you twittering.

Tiny skylark, fluttering somewhere over the pressed-down grass.