A Date with the Birds!

With the rolling blue grey cloud behind me – my avenue calls me on
Toward the white marble mottling of the sky – so soon it shall be gone!
The Pigeon clans they sweep in fans – as the fields they pass and run
Gathered in their masses they knot their bundles – formation moves as one!

The Pheasants take their morning stroll – in all their hyper-tension grace
While others rumble and rattle into flight – with the starting of the race!
A solitary Partridge scurries the line of hedgerow – taking shelter as I see
The shade it takes a subtle turn – as the sky catches up with me!

As I make my way through the gape of the gateway – I’m greeted by the green
As quiet as I am it echoes disturbance – as the Crows they flee the scene!
Cotton tail Rabbits scramble an exit – for the cover of next door’s plot!
Robin arrives with a Robin convention – from the South and on the dot!

Willow Warblers – Robins – Tits and Finches – sing to a crescendo with their song
Doves and Pigeons scatter in all directions – before returning to where they belong!
The Blackbirds they dance the leaf walk of chance – as the Butterfly Garden rests
And where the dogwoods share their passion for red – gathering up their nests!

The return of the Crows and their reception committee – call a welcome for their Tree
When the day shift usher a motion then leave – in directions two or three!
Raking the Mole Hills around the circle – standing and awaiting the rain
With the movement of cloud a constant continuum – with a grey it does remain!

With a careful study in the far north-west – a Red Kite it weaves its way
With a to and fro – its mate makes a show – together they share the day!
With the gather of bearings in a feast of options – with circles far and near
Taking in the views to rave reviews – moving south they disappear!

I take leave of my chair and muster a welcome – with an excitement told in tales
Company calls with its basket of tricks and the wind it fills the sails!
With careful precision the fixings are fastened – and a door it finds its home
Safe and secure and who could want more – when it means the right to roam!

With the weaving of wires a hedgerow is forming – for the protection of planted trees
The Red Kite returns as he scours the fields – where everybody sees!
The Kestrel sits in the last Willow – off to the north-east – before his heading west
A pair of Buzzards with their moment in the spotlight – where their calling is expressed!

With a whirring of wings the Raven enters – on a course from south to north
With a solo mission and a private audience – slowly stepping fourth!
Out steps a Pheasant in a right regal plumage – with a beauty to the eye
Striking a pose in his Sunday best – through the hedge and pass on by!

With company gathered for an escort to go – the gateway draws its close
Retracing the footsteps in a returning journey – coming as it goes!
Out in the fields the Partridge scuttle – the Pheasants stand their ground
The Trees and hedgerows laced with birds and the magic of their sound!

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