The Inkwell#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!
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.
Salford, 23rd April 2020
#Napowrimo #Nature
No computer required
as up on my window ledge
there are feathered friends residing
until their chicks are fully fledged they’ll be
residing there chirping from morning till night – I
expect to be up early when the sun pops up
#Napowrimo
San Rafael Algarve Portugal, 2017
Surrounding the border of the hotel swimming pool
petite full feathered friends
are creating their own kind of waves
roaming around the water and cooling off as
ripples are created as they
outlandishly divebomb on the
waters edge before
surfacing above the sunbathers
Salford 14th April 2020
#Napowrimo #Covid19 #Wildlife
Someone send out a message
Particularly to the man in the big house
Our feathered friends are not amused today – because
Our nation happens to be on lockdown – and no one sent them a message
Keeping the routine isn’t working – there’s nothing in the bins!
Even the prize of a dropped ice-cream isn’t sufficient
Drops required of birdseed – quick.
Salford 9th April 2020
The wildlife of the locality
have had their free reign
with everyone inside
and no sight of rain
swooping around
enjoying the air
landing on rooftops
without a care
meeting up with old pals
on a moonlit street
the pickings are meagre
there’s no one to greet
watching the geese and ducks
out on parade
spotting scattered birdseed
heading off on a raid
#DiscoverWP #Song
Saturday afternoon – and beyond the double glazing
On tune, northern birds are belting out one hell of a tune
Note – this isn’t the female humans here – but the
Graceful sounds of our feathered friends singing above.
