Eviction

by Robin Munro

Summers of sharing,
swallows and our kind,
homes behind the Solway winds
around an old farm yard.

Appreciation.
Property has value added
without ivy, nest sites, crevices
and me.

And swallows?

Tell them as they cross
increasing deserts,
pass a day as hirondelles,
to seek a northern remembered steading,
tell them Farmer Brown requires
a better return than theirs.