The Inkwell

#writeclub #winter

The crows sat atop the garden trees

looking for their friends

They’d hopped onto a thermal wind

headed for lands end

the pigeons were still sat about

on a gable end

but the other birds were hidden

on a greenish bend

for while the trees were caked with snow

and the winter wind did blow

the birds at home stayed in their nest

away from the most unwelcome guest

Problem is the guest – you could not see

and turned up unexpectedly

with his chums rain, sleet and snow

popping up to say “Hello!”

and while the guest blew up the snow

amounts of white stuff it did grow

so deep in the evergreen the birds all flew

while winter turned trees into an igloo.