Bye bye Blackbird

Last spring the laurel hedge by my window was empty
No chirruping, calling, no rustling of glossy leaves
No fledglings edging off the nest onto twigs and then the adjacent fence
No wobbling and frantic flapping as parents patiently cajole
No triumphant flights to the Rose bushes
Only to tumble to the grass
As the chosen twig was too thin

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Too hot, too hot

Like tracks in the snow
Little lives go
In our melting

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Parham Deer

Parham House was closed today
and the deer they knew it well
For they were out and evident
and contented, you could tell
Grazing ‘neath the leafy oaks
in groups and sometimes more
It was quite magical to see
and well worth coming for

Gecko

Each siesta, my gecko came
Skittering across the mottled ceiling
Dancing over paint flakes

Dead Horse

Better here to cease than the knackers yard
A wild hearted beast that lived fast and died hard.

Better to have fallen than led away to be rendered
To have died on the hoof than gone lame and surrendered.

The Beast of Bodmin Moor

The experts will tell you I just don’t exist

But amongst the locals, sightings persist.

 

A cunning feline, a non-native cat

I live on my wits and I’m primed to attack.

Wildlife

Heading off to Wildlife
Across the old toll bridge
Right there on our doorstep
Such a special privilege

A moment shared

 

Through the window I spied
with coffee in hand
a small feathered friend
flutter by and then land

Perched on the side of
the larch wood bean frame
to my garden in search
of a morsel he came

~ Simplicity

Nuts

Squirrels at play in the sunshine
Chasing around and around
One eating nuts in the branches
Two playing games on the ground

~ Broken Spell

~ Broken Spell

Day unfolded as if spun gold

Ribbons, layers of ribbons

Adorned the brilliance

In colour coded stratus clouds infused

Flit, flit, flit

flit, flit, flit
gone so fast

flit
twitch of angled tail feather

flit
gone so fast