January Birds

In the Orchard under the Tor

Gliding keen branches

Mustard, like late mistletoe

Green glimpsed woodpecker

On the bird table

Starling, stuttering

Over the abundant seeds

This! And this... and this?

The Green Woodpecker

Bespectacled and

Moustached he sagely searches

Thro' the green library

A stealth of soft green

Creeps across the frosty lawn 

Seen only by me