Early May
April, cold and windy
Now May's the same way too
But rain has come to bring more life
For the plants that we can view
Birds already feeding young
I keep running out of food
They seem to just take anything
To feed their hungry brood
A Blue Tit is nesting in a box
I've had hanging up for years
The first time it's been made use of
The sounds are music to my ears
Robins, Dunnocks, Wrens, all sing
Each morning and at night
While Blackbirds, Thrushes take the food
They keep more out of sight
With the Stoat and Weasel still about
They are taking fish I'm putting out
I can't believe how tame they've come
Bright of eye and full of fun
I haven't seen a Fox this year
And no Badgers, did appear
But a baby Otter I did see
No larger than a mole
In the entrance of a Holt
Another bright-eyed little soul
Yes, it's looking good for wildlife
This early part of May
But there's rain and sleet, and still cold winds
So, who am I to say...
David Willis
Now May's the same way too
But rain has come to bring more life
For the plants that we can view
Birds already feeding young
I keep running out of food
They seem to just take anything
To feed their hungry brood
A Blue Tit is nesting in a box
I've had hanging up for years
The first time it's been made use of
The sounds are music to my ears
Robins, Dunnocks, Wrens, all sing
Each morning and at night
While Blackbirds, Thrushes take the food
They keep more out of sight
With the Stoat and Weasel still about
They are taking fish I'm putting out
I can't believe how tame they've come
Bright of eye and full of fun
I haven't seen a Fox this year
And no Badgers, did appear
But a baby Otter I did see
No larger than a mole
In the entrance of a Holt
Another bright-eyed little soul
Yes, it's looking good for wildlife
This early part of May
But there's rain and sleet, and still cold winds
So, who am I to say...
David Willis
Labels:
Poetry,
Wildlife and Nature
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