A song thrush on my front gate

Standing in the kitchen
Cooking some brown rice
Added a tin of organic garden peas
It’s looking nice
Noticed on my front gate
A song thrush olive brown
Sitting in the sunshine
It’s back toward the town

A rather rotund specimen
Under a pink rose tree
Looking quite resplendent
Looking right up at me
A nice blue sky above us
The mountains in full bloom
A warmish wind a blowing
On this Sunday afternoon

I don’t think she saw me
But you can never tell
Lots of blossoms everywhere
The garden feeling well
Lots of different flowering forms
But then she flew away
actually it is
A really lovely gentle day