REBECCA Pine produces an annual diary, with each month prefaced by one of her own poems.

This charming tale of a fledgling's confrontation with a glass window has hints of a boxing match (Poetry Diary 2014 is printed by Proprint of Peterborough).

RUMBLE IN THE GARDEN

Bright sun, Clear sky. Small bird

unused to solid nothing in

its fledgling flight path.

Head first. Held high. Hard glass.

It fell like flattened phoenix

on cobbled canvas of the drive.

Counted out. Ringside we watched

as feathers fluttered.

Time turned twitch to tremble.

Uncounted seconds brought back

certain signs of life.

It sat and stretched.

It made its mazy flight

to corner tree.

No rematch was arranged.