Evening Sparrow Fugue

Telephone line stave
Against the orchestral sky
Little bird notes: trill!

Telephone line stave
Against the orchestral sky
Melody of birds

Crow at the supermarket

Squashed carpark cupcake

Now, dodging cars, Crow parties

Celebration sponge!

Hands in pockets all

Casual like; ‘Ere,’ he caws

‘Got any crumbs then?’

Starling Flocks Arriving Overhead One Evening in November

Here, now; a blanket
Of soft wings brushing the sky

Draws evening close by

The absence of sound

Their solidarity speaks

A thousand times loud

Air net. A lattice of

Beak and wing to stop falcons

From feasting on them

In the late lilac

Sky; thin ribbons of birds fly

Above the old thorn

Robin Redbreast

Wrapped in warm twilight

The dusk as red as your breast
Lay bare your heart's song  

Through the Open Window

Now the neat chatter
Of Autumn berries and seeds
Birds swap their stories

Alternate:

Now the neat chatter
Of Autumn berries and seeds
As birds check their tweets

Autumnal Skies

Two river swans fly
White arrows piercing grey skies
This way to the lake

Starlings at Rochester Airport

At the roundabout

Rowdy cameraderie

Starlings winter roost

Up on the streetlights

All in a row gathering

Starlings settle down

Swans on the River at Dusk

Millpond reflections
Of the swans, cygnets now grown
Into grey shadows

Swallows above the green wheat fields

Keen steel blue wings slice
Paper-cut  thro' the green wheat
Wheeling on the wind

The Heron

Wings wipe the sky dry
Anglepoise across the rain
Back to the river

Birdsong and Blackbirds

Birdsong 

In the spring garden

The warm air drenched with birdsong

Notes falling like rain

Blackbirds

On the high branch hear

Their clear arias sung loud

And sweet in the air

The blackcap arrives

Blackcap, cock-a-hoop

Crowned King of the bird feeders

Surveys his Spring court  

Thrush (the early bird catches the worm)

Hear the early bird
Sing to melt the hoar frost night
In cold mottled coat

Wren in the Flowerbed

Deep in leaf litter
Diligent little wren seeks
The green stir of spring

A gaggle of Canada geese

Meltwater river

As brown as the sixteen geese

Grazing towpath grass

Follow me! Follow!

On fast water upstream calls

A Canada goose  

Up in the copper beech tree

Blue sky serenade

High in the clear air branches

Blue tit calls for Spring