Silver

You were caught plodding along the railway field.

We were hidden in the hawthorn bush

waiting for you to arrive.

 

I had squealed with excitement

only to receive a punch from Benn.

‘Be quiet’ he hissed.

 

Another time we sat in the oak tree above the pond.

You slid into the murky water

head above the water like a buoy.

 

We called you silver because

I forgot how to say slither

and the way your coat shone

 

in the autumn sun.