Coronation Day

Far away, the excited throngs;
the great and good, with all their gongs;
Savile Row suits and bulled-up boots;
His Majesty’s forces, immaculate horses;
gilded coach beyond reproach.
In quiet close, curtains parted; yet another day has started.
Idle eyes scan the skies.
On flickering wings, soaring, swooping:
little friends reward my hoping.
All is well now: the world’s not stopping.