Salford, 13th July 2020
It’s quiet tonight
as the sun headed past the horizon
i’d have expected to hear a pigeon or two
or perhaps a resident duck, goose or swan
but as a bug keeps all the humans indoors
there’s not a sound to be heard
Tag: birds
You couldn’t call him Black or white
he’s far too bright for that
dashing about the serengeti
and confusing all the cats
see his different coloured stripes are such
they make the whole place smile
so the lionesses don’t grab him for lunch
they’ve left him free for a while
The hippos think he’s amazing
The gazelles think just the same
The birds think he’s a great big flower
and land regularly on his frame
The bears are all a smiling
and the little ones all make their way
to say hello to the fellow with the rainbow stripes
the one who’s made their day.
#Socs #Song
It’s been really quiet recently.
Actors and musicians have been in their rooms
the theatres have closed because of a bug
no buskers on the street either
Something needed to be done
resident birds calling out in tune
celebrating the sunshine
telling the human beans indoors
it’s time to get up
Cats on a street pavement
Singing in chorus
On a street corner
Dogs howling at the moon
wailing a familiar tune
out in the midnight garden
#writephoto #soar
Swifter than their feathered brethren – they
welcome the signs of a changing breeze
it means they’ll be off with their cousins the swallows
for some warm air , seeds and sunshine, whilst
taking occasional naps under leafy sunshades
Some might say they float in the air
when these birds have their wings stretched out
imminent signs of departure – remote
for they’ll need to fill their bellies
to have the energy to fly towards the warm sun
No rumble of traffic
No noise in the street
Not many people
Navigating the street
But somewhere in th’ treetops
swaying in the air
families of birds are
chatting away there
Singing ’bout blue skies
and the weather that’s greet
while on mobile’s behind the glass
the humans all tweet
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Soaring through Salford Skies
#Salford #Birds #Blue #Skies
24th May 2020
Swiftly flying through the blue
a whole host of feathered friends
lift their wings and soar through the air
for while the humans stay indoors
only the odd cat need be looked out for as they
roll about and enjoy the summer air
dancing around the tree tops and saying hello through the windows
#promptuarium #Lockdown #birds
The birds are having a whale of a time
perched as they are on the quay fencing
taking in the rays
of the warm summer sunshine
their only dilemma for today
is when their waiter service is returning
for its great hopping to the waters for take out
but they’re missing their seeds of gold
and some of them have their feathers in a frizz….
word on the bridge is – its down to a bug
point him out they say – we want our feeders back!
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The Buskers Dilemma
Their pitch was in the perfect location
Their routine rehearsed to perfection
and for once – the sun was shining
No problem with people passing by,
or pigeons up in the blue sky
they had a crowd, who cheered laughed and cried
They sung out most of the afternoon
till the dawn of the appearing evening moon
their caps and cups full, with notes and coins
and rendezvoused back in a caff to rejoin
But after their breakfast and coffee and tea
they soon departed from their moment of glee
for after their repast, after singing their tome
they just had enough for the bus fare home
Salford 30th April 2020
They come back every spring time
when the mercury starts to rise
taking up a home in the trees
giving passers by a surprise
Two birds sitting in their nest
wait till little uns do arrive
then mum and dad will feed them
so the little uns do thrive
And each morning when the suns up
Mum (or Dad) does hop
out of their green leaved little home
on a journey to the shops
Returning with some corn or wheat
or maybe a worm or a bug
to feed up the little birdies
in the nest all nice and snug
But like all little children
they grow up and explore
so don’t be surprised, if in morning you rise
and find the kids next door
Salford, April 27 2020
Where did the weekend go ?
start of a week in a time of lockdown
quarter to seven – even the resident birds are still sleeping
a new feathered friend flies past the window
he mustn’t have got the memo
Right about now
Ra is popping his head up over the horizon
painting colours on the waterside
The hour draws closer
and I can hear the rumble of traffic
of essential workers
on the busiest road in the country
occasionally stopping
for petrol or snacks
at the metro mart
Auntie beat them all to the charge
Breakfast telly started an hour ago.
