They’re at RAF Fairford,
flesh-coloured starlings
walking in unison. Each move
unspoken but seemless.
Coffee. Bacon baps. Sit down.
Wander. Toilet. Stop. Stare.
Coffee. Burger. Sit down.
Wander. Toilet. Stop. Smile.
A routine rehearsed
over years of just being.

Carl Burkitt 2024