I drive backwards and forwards to Derbyshire quite a bit at the moment and twice now I’ve seen the most majestic heron swooping across Junction 23a of the M1, right next to East Midlands airport! So today, I choose to be that heron:
Look at them all, crammed inside that tin can. I don’t know why they’re all pointing at me like that, I was born with wings, those things are bolted on. Down there too, more tin boxes, all in a neat little row going nowhere. I love being me. Flying free, the wind in my feathers, I can go anywhere I like, as long as I’m home for tea.