At breakfast she learns she is helping to change evolution.
Blackcaps in their thousands, the radio says,

sheer off southbound magnetic routes
for food guaranteed in gardens like hers.

Sylvia atricapilla the tribe divides,
breaks old rules, maps new ways,

dark filings on a sheet of eastern sky
bring hope that all natures can change.

He sleeps on in bed more frequently now;
she pictures their bodies, parallel and proud,

two like poles repelling under a down duvet,
thinks twice before sweeping her crumbs away.

© Trevor Breedon