Glad you could make it!
Thought you might've stood me up,
o tardy summer.

Morning's overture:
tweeting birds, cars starting up,
bells around cats' necks.

Delivery man,
huge, bald, knocking on a door,
stoops to stroke a cat.

Me, sat in the pub;
the cat sleeping on my lap –
who feels the more bliss?

From a piece of fence
lying broken on the lawn,
a blackbird flies off.