T-Shaped Monument Poem by Jean Renwick

From under the t-shaped monument
I spied a hungry sparrow
Who strutted to and fro with purpose
Before it lit upon a barrow.

The day was hot and so was I
Haze made the skyline narrow.
Wind stirred the leaves, in vain it tried
To cool my sizzling marrow.

From atop the t-shaped monument
The sparrow drifted with the breeze;
A graveyard cat, ever nonchalant,
Followed as it pleased.

The sun dropped low and colour leaked
Like egg yolk, pierced, or ghee.
Newspaper folded, last prayers relayed
I stood and took my leave.