From my nest I can see the whole of London – patches of grass like fallen feathers, roads like fat grey worms.
From my nest I watch people buying shoes – they never think to look up.
From my nest I look through waxy green leaves at the darkening sky.
From my nest I watch the sea kiss the sand.
From my nest the footballers look like tiny ladybirds, I hear the crowds sing.
From my nest I watch the flick of sweat on horses’ flanks, and the earth spit beneath their hooves.