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Birds Poetry

Lovebirds

They say love is blind

but upon meeting in our garden

these two little birds

have set up house in a spruce by the lawn

and have had a little family

Jealous rivals

tried to evict

but the long wing

of avian justice

soon sent the magpies

packing

So the little bird family

have their worms and grubs for tea

and mum and dad give little ones

rudimentary lessons in

entering and exiting the new nest

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Birds Seasons Spring

Feathered Friends

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

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Nature

Wake up call

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

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Birds Poetry

Four Calling Birds

Salford, 28th December 2019

#Birds #2019 #Christmas

A couple of days into the Christmas season

I thought the birds had all gone somewhere sunny

I would have joined them (if I had the money)

but who should arrive on a Saturday morn

feathers all winded, ruffled and torn ???

Sat on the nest resting on the drain

covered by leaves , protected from the rain

snoozing away without any fear

happy to stay there – until next year!

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Nature Poetry

Nest (Another View)

#Fowc #Nest #Nature

Birds nest in the guttering
nesting in the guttering

Above my head, by the window ledge

a family of birds is living on the edge

living in a nest in view of my eye

occasionally searching for food do they fly

Waking me up with their earliest call

transcending the windows and solid brick walls

flying to treetops through clouds in the air

and searching out berries without a care

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Places Poetry

Abandoned (Derelict)

#FFFC #Abandoned #Derelict #Brokenwindows

with thanks to Aron Jäger@unsplash.com for providing the Image

I remember the weeks before the builders moved in

the children, were now learning – in bright shiny blocks

up the road in the next district

whilst the old building sat – a nest for the birds

and a target for vagabonds with little on their minds

smashed glass and vibrant graffiti the order of the day

as the old iron gates sat rusting

waiting for the wrecking balls to arrive

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Acrostic Animals Poetry

Squirrel

Octpowrimo, 29th October 2018

Signs that winter is on its way

Quite inquisitive fellow made his way across the garden fence

Under the fir trees and around the hyacinths

In search, of something

Round , red brown, and tasty to

Restock his larder for winter

Every now and then looking around, protecting his hide

Looking for morsels in every inch of the garden

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Food Poetry

Honeycomb Ii

Manchester, 11th august

 

#beeinthecity #manchester #hunnypot

 

six sided structure

created by worker bees

for the colony

 

sleeping in their nest

little bees dream of honey

from flowers next door

 

Travelling over air

homing pigeons cannot beat

worker bees radar

 

treasures collected

from inside the flower head

create a sweet thing

 

flavour from pollen

transferred to golden slices

by the hunnypot

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Acrostic Animals Poetry Water

Driftwood

Salford, 3rd February 2018

Detritus floating en-masse down the ship canal

Readily aided by the boats and the water

Is floating aimlessly towards the basin gates

Full stop only happening upon hitting the booms where each stick gangs

Together forming a pretty pattern on the

Waters surface

Overjoyed geese, plunder the booty, piling

One large stick on top of another till a safe place for eggs has been built, whilst

Downstream, a boat with a foriegn name (and crane) is coming to pick up the leftovers

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Poetry

Magpie

Maybe it’s the sheer front of this aviator

As he swoops around in the air

Grabbing any shiny thing that catches his eye

Pretty trinkets, held aloft and captured up high

In a hiding place, where only those higher can see it

Evaporated into thin air ? No, your jewellery is up in his nest