As much as I love sky pick n mix image and the blackbird singing Aqua songs, this line is just perfect: A swift shears through the brickwork’s seam. Verbally and visually bang on.

Also not to jinx myself but I just submitted a poem about swifts to a local publication. (My) Chris said it was pretty dark. Naturally I blamed you as usual (but Jo played a part in its starting point too).