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The Curlew Curfew

“You must be in by eight o’clock!”

his mother said to him;

but Curly wanted to stay out late,

until the day was growing dim;

“You hang out with a naughty crowd!”

his mother added then,

“And spend your time in paddling!”

Mother, was such a mother hen.

“And don’t eat too much,

you’ll spoil your tea,

and try to keep your feathers clean,

it’s a shame you can’t be like your dad,

as a role model, you should be glad

to have him for your father,

but, no, you’d rather chat all night

with the gulls…

… but, that’s alright,

for a youngster like you,

I suppose you have to spread your wings,

my son, Curly Curlew,

for you, there will be ‘no’ curfew.”

The Warblings of Birds.

Two black blackbirds

with bright yellow beaks

were sat, discussing poetry,

philosophy,

and The Company of Leeks’.

The first black blackbird,

commented thus,

‘If I could come back,

through the myth of reincarnation,

I’d like to be a bus.’

The second black blackbird,

Unfalteringly replied,

‘Fare’s fair: ‘tickets please!’,

‘A little less fuss!’

‘Please move further inside!’ ‘

A wizened owl,

perched close by,

considered the words,

elucidating the wisdom

from the warblings of birds.

The Crow Plane

The Crow Plane

The crow plane flew

with a minimal crew

from Land’s End to John o’Groats –

only stopping at Crewe.

Aboard that craft,

everyone laughed

as all crow crews are wont to do.

As the crow craft flies,

a crow waitress plies

the passengers with pies

of a blueberry hue;

and a mug of toffee,

instead of coffee –

not everyone’s cup of tea,

that’s true.

For a one way trip,

with a meal and a kip,

some pie, and toffee to drink,

costs less than you think;

and no sooner have you left,

you will arrive,

in the time that it takes you to blink.

Blirds

Blirds

If you take a picture of a bird with your phone camera and it doesn’t come out that clear – you have taken a ‘blird’ photo.

Fields of Dreams

Fields of Dreams

The distant cars go by,

faintly headed to unknown destinations;

birds are flying endlessly hither and thither,

expeditious routes taking them on flights of fancy and need;

farm machinery is turning the haylage in anticipation of three cuts – if the weather holds –

and the sweet scent of grasses

gives a tang to my nostrils…

fields of dreams,

I live in thee.

As the crow flies

As the crow flies

One lone crow

in a sky-blue sky;

I walked along

as he flew by;

upon his way

he did go;

where that was

I do not know.

“Low-Flying Geese!”

“Low-Flying Geese!”

“Beware Low-Flying Geese!”

the sign read;

and then there was the small print;

“Or you’ll have the Low-Flying Geese Police to deal with!”

This sounded like a warning, and a threat; and I don’t appreciate warnings, or threats.

That was when it hit me.

Upon Seagulls

Upon Seagulls

A seagull laughed at me once;

then laughed at me many times;

but, I wasn’t going to be mocked,

by a seagull;

ideas to my mind soon flocked,

and I knew that I could get back at that gull

within the depths of my rhymes:

“A seagull had a silly laugh,

all the grace of a drunken giraffe;

a habit of being particularly nasty

to a tourist and his pasty;

pinching food with out a qualm;

then perching at a height, so calm;

enjoying its ill-gotten fare

then repeating the feat without a care.”

Oh, that didn’t really seem to work;

I made the gull seem cool,

myself a berk.

It’s hard to mock the feathered ones

that pinch your pasties, nick your buns;

I hear their laughter overhead,

and flinch at them in utter dread.

Dawn Chorus

Birdsong

is all I need;

apart from the bare necessities of life

(and you can sing that song, if you wish).

They call,

they answer;

finches, starlings, the humble wren;

redbreast, blackbird, sparrow, then…

having sung,

they sing again.

Haiku: ‘Twelve’ by Graeme Sandford

12_Days_of_Christmas
Christmas: Day One dawns...
A bird of some kind... with 'tree!'
What is going on?

Day Two... What's in store?
More birds (but, no more 'pear' trees)
NB: Get Bird Seed.

Day Three: More wildfowl!
Now getting beyond a joke;
What next, I wonder.

Day Four: Learning French;
Having to build aviary;
Need some counseling!

Day Five: Delivery;
By two security men
In armoured vehicle!

Day Six: Pawned the rings;
Bought a good set of ear muffs;
Honking, Squawking birds!

Day Seven: Enough!
What can I do with these swans?
I can't eat the things?

Day Eight: What! For real?
It's like that old Christmas song
I'm not taking this!

Day Nine: All sorted.
Restraining Order granted;
Refused the Dancers!

Day Ten: Went to beach.
Left a note on my front door:
'Not today, thank you!'

Day Eleven: Birds gone.
They flew, waddled, swam, were sold;
And, 'peace' now returns.

Day Twelve: Knock at door!
"You ungrateful little sh..."
"Sorry, just moved in."