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Birds

There’s a sparrow on the ridge tile,

and a pigeon on the chimney,

both holding conversations

with friends I cannot see.

The sparrow chirps,

the pigeon coos,

and between the two

they spread the news,

that cats are about;

the feeders refilled;

there’s water in the drinks bowl,

tepid, not chilled;

or just twittering ‘cause they’re happy,

and cooing because they will—

now they’ve gone and flown off,

and I am sat here, still.

Grace Darling

Mother?

What is it, Grace, darling?

What sort of bird are we?

I think that we are called, ‘starlings’, my dear.

Oh.

Is there a problem, Grace?

No. I just wanted to grow up and be a kingfisher.

Ah, the fisher king – such a fine colouring, almost as beautiful as yours, Grace.

Beautiful? I am a dull shade of slate grey.

Not when you are in the sunlight, Grace; then you are without doubt the most beautiful of all birds.

Really?

Definitely.

Looking over a 5-bar gate

I’m looking over

a 5-bar gate

that I’ve looked over before.

And, although the scenery

has changed but a little,

I am an older man

than I used to be;

yet, not as old as I shall,

one day at a time,be.

By the way,

I see sheep

chewing the grass,

clouds scudding by,

and birds

quartering the sky.

And many other things,

which is why

I am looking over

this 5-bar gate.

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.