The Inkwell#wdys
Making the most of that precious
opportunity, when in the field
out of the last rays of sun, just before
nightfall – Luna makes an appearance
down below her – the children skip and jig
and above them – feathered friends flap excited as
night begins to fall
children will be called in as shades of red turn dark blue, so
enjoy the time in the long grass, they will
#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.
#weather
There must be something
wrong with the thermometer
for the man at the met.office
is suggesting we all
wrap up snug and warm
in the next few days
His colleagues and pals
say “its too warm for snow”
but its hiding in the clouds
while the winds are a go
waiting for a mercury drop
when on the grasses and roofs it’ll stop
So while it’s in clouds
the wildlife will stay
having their fun and playing away
till the flakes of snow land on the ground
and they head for their nests and burrows around
Salford, 9th November 2021
(response to a write club theme by inky)
What’s that noise ?
beyond the glass
up in the rooftops
its the birds that pass
surveying the autumn pickings
on the frost laden grass
What’s that noise?
beyond the bricks
the pipes are playing
at quarter to six
rolling water like streams
to keep us warm
the noise that it makes though
isn’t the norm.
Open the window
industry’s here!
rolling down the A road
without a fear
Following each other like a load of ham
ending on the tarmac in a big traffic jam
What’s that noise?
above my head
I’ve heard it since I rose
and got out of bed
chirping and cheeping – and always on time
A family of sparrows – its breakfast time
#octpowrimo #darkness
Sun goes behind the skyscrapers
while the moon heads up in the sky
cats head out on a midnight feast
while owls begin to fly
mother birds tend to their chicks
while they all try to sleep
and dads head out to the garden lawn
for morsels they to creep
lightbulbs illuminate houses
and light travels down the street
as people wonder off to bed
awaiting the milkmans beat
#fruit #tree #pie #San-San
Growing against the stone tudor wall
hanging fruit ripens for the pie
coming from the tree but once a season
the fruit answers the cooks call
as over the garden young birds do fly
could this be why its baked with haste
there could be no other plausible reason
to deprive the feathered friends a taste
#Octpowrimo #Birds #Flight
The weathers confusing
the migrating birds
in flocks they meet –
to have a few words
You see by now they’d be heading
to some place thats warm
away from the cold
that would be the norm
but the weather has shifted
as well as the tide
making it harder for the
birds to decide
so they’re flitting tween dockside
and birdfeeder and roof
till they’ve spotted its cold
and head off – aloof
#WDYS
Its early morning
It Might not be St. Tropez
but it’s got its advantages
holidaying in a forest setting
sunlight peeking through the trees
looking out for birds and squirrels
and all before returning to the comforts
of a log cabin – where little un will draw what she’s seen
They’re circling the rooftops
checking out the greenery
and creating shadows on the road surface
they’re on the search
for that spot in the city
where some generous friend
dropped bird seed and broken biscuits
for them to enjoy
so they’re swooping on each garden
and each patch of green
en masse
Guard your picnic lunches
as here they come – in packs again
necks peering over bags, looking for
delicacies they can happily chomp on
expect a bit of trouble – as there will be a
ruckus tween feathered friends – over the prize
The Inkwell