The World outside the Window!

Daffodils in their defiance – happily nodding their aging heads,
Tiny figures standing and edging the lawn – while the variants hide in their beds!
The rain befits the seed of wider sentiment – as they near their final days,
Overlapping the waves of the Snowdrop drifts – and their seasonal cycle ways!

The blossom it blooms in sheltered corners – where the wild Cherry takes up rest,
The Sparrows intermingle with the bramble borders – overflowing at their best!
A solitary Wood Pigeon – hunkers on a fencepost – in a dishevelled clump of grey,
A powder-puff of feathers holding in the warmth – nature’s perfection on display!

Songbirds sing out their melodies – a string of natural remedies – giving all a lift,
A new voice takes the lead – with ostinato guaranteed – its beautiful song a gift!
Bass-lines of Crow calls – building up a rhythm – gracing the chimney pots of old,
The ringed neck Dove – passing infrequently above – the perseverance of the bold!

The sun comes and goes – with the last of winter’s shows – trees they hint of green,
The rain and showers – can skip by for hours – early spring eager to set the scene!
Wet grass twinkles on the lawn and its wrinkles – ignited by the rays of the sun,
Where the light comes to dance – when given the chance – and lets its colours run!

One night came a Fox in the deep of the darkness out for the night on its rounds,
Awaking of the sleeping in its search for adventure – in a fit of leaps and bounds!
I spy on the dawning and its morning chorus – as I prepare my final pint of tea,
Taking in the thrill – of nature’s majestic still – a new day beginning for all to see!

The milkman’s attentive to the magic door – stealthily as is usual he goes unseen,
The order of the day seems to be smothered in grey – for the grind of the machine!
Sparrows play and chase in familiar circles – as they do with every passing day,
A Thrush on a mission – it needs no permission – it’s quietly off and on its way!

A Blackbird it sings – inspecting a multitude of things – creeping round the site,
Following the features as they rise and fall – as the sun burst shines so bright!
The lonesome Wood Pigeon is faithful to its fence-post – watching the world go by,
As the streetlights fade – my thread ends its parade and I offer a warm goodbye!

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