#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.
The Inkwell 