A huge white question mark
stalks a field outside Bassersdorf.
Black mourning tips folded back,
a softly red bill probes the earth.
The legendary bringer of babies,
your blessed image hangs above
those more fortunate doors.
Ours creaked open a few times,
but you were always scared away
by those sudden violent slams.
Still, it is great to tick you off
my boyhood bird-watching list.
The boy gaups at your grandeur,
but not the adult behind the door.
Matthew Friday is a writer, professional storyteller and primary school teacher. By all means check out the results at: matthewfriday.weebly.com/poetry