Wood Pigeon's Nest
My Ficus Benjamin grew very large
“That tree needs pruned back,’ says dad, taking charge
Out come the ladder, the lopper and prop.
He climbs up through the branches, right to the top.
He lops and he prunes, the north east and west
But here to the south... a wood pigeon’s nest
My tree’s all lopsided, three quarters shorn
And so it will be till the young birds have flown
Copyright © Margaret Foster | Year Posted 2011
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