The InkwellThey 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
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, 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
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!
#Fowc #Nest #Nature
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
#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
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
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
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
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
