House Sparrow
Up on the bird box
You call. ‘House mate, house mate, see
My new house for thee.’
Chaffinch
She checks out the lawn
Among the starling flock she’s
A pale stripe in spots
Robin
In the morning but at dusk
A sweet song flies free
Long-tailed Tit
In the willow; twigs
All bedecked with feather bows
Singing in the pink
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