A
sight for sore eyes
No wing more uplifting than
Summer’s first swallow
Long-tailed tits along the lane
Tying song bows to
Broad leaf branches; overhead
Long-tailed tunes flutter
Bird table starlings
A squall of starlings
Blows up suddenly, raining
Beaks and talons now
Buzzard. Shoulders hunched
Hands in pockets; loitering
Mist curfews mischief
Cutting through the chaff
With tail cane. The pheasants chat
Pleasantries and that
Apple trees ripen
In the warm Autumn sunshine
Woodpecker waits still
Under heavy boughs
Dappled red and russet gold
Orchard yaffle gloams