She scouted the park before everyone was up.
Charmed raging magpies and indignant rooks.
Ethereal robins and ravenous sparrows sang chirpy salutations.
Squirrels played dare with her.
Brazen deer sauntered around like defiant looters.

No helmet, just honey light hair, this lockdown wanderer reclaimed the streets, the sweet Hawthorn blossom air.

She peddled and pondered from Dowanhill to Merryland, from the West End to Queen’s Park Grandstand.
She weaved around the benches and bollards in the square.

Despite her denials, she relished ghostly glances from the empty coffee houses.
She was living motion, a defiant supplicant for earthly devotion.

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