Lickle Spuggy Sparrows

They drop from branch to branch

Of my Cotoneasters:

An extended family of lickle spuggy sparrows.

Their aerial scouts are flitting

From shrub to shrub

While the main party flies up and down

Up and down.

For they have spotted the wild bird seed

That I have scattered

All along the bottom of my back lawn.

So now they make their way

In regimented fashion,

Up and down,

In and out,

Ever wary of those murderous cats.

Now and then they are joined by tits or robins

Or other lickle birds unknown

To this city suburb lubber from Leeds.

Not forgetting those massive fat pigeons

And delicate doves

Who all join in the frenzied feeding

Without a care in the world.

Meanwhile a couple of blackbirds

Patrol their territories

Ignoring the seed

In preference for some scraps of meat or fish.

Later on the foxes will spring forth,

Sneaking around the streets.

So all we need is a commentary

From Sir David Attenborough

With his “Dominant Males”

And “Courting Rituals”

For all to be complete.

Mother Nature loves our little seaside town,

Patrolled by gulls

And guarded by our dogs.

I must get walking in the Spring

When the flowers reappear.

Look forward to that.

Paul Butters

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