Mating under cover
thats the Sparrow and his mate
his black bib gives his game away
masculinity, feels great
in Autumn he may lose it
his bib may up and go
moulting does things for a man
and in Winter it may show
I can see into the Rosemary
being blasted by the sun
searching through its tangled roots
to watch the Sparrows having fun
amongst the woody root stock
above, the purple flowers
there they play apparently
and, remain there for hours
one wonders what they talk about
whether the seeds are sweer
whether they know i am watching them
from my window seat
the rugged woody undergrowth
i see it everywhere
Spring is boosting buds and growth
and is warming up the air
a canopy of sunlight blue
the crow boys on the Beech
picking out their ebony clothes
but still so out of reach
the branches have a silvery glow
into each lacey sphere
wildlife is so close to me
it is something to revere.
daffodile in contrast
upright to the sky
behold the canny trumpets
Their music on a high
gold and white and salmon
every blooming hue
a backdrop for Springs wonderment
the Narcissi so true