Seagulls

Sky turned to pink shells

Sunset and seagulls fly home

Calling the sea tides

Shoreline waders wait

Feathers ruffled by tide winds

As their boat comes in

Overhead he cries

A quavering note of despair

Late, last and alone

Swans on the river

On silver water

Four soft grey cygnets swimming

While parents swan by

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  

The chaffinch

Quick march! Left, left, right!

Loud and clear the chaffinch calls

With his Sergeant stripes