A Celebration In Spring
The winter and the spring are intermingling;
some days warmth and sun; some cold and rain,
and the flora that is needing reconditioning
swell their buds, and start greening once again,
and on the clothesline wire,
or dead branch on a briar,
soon become the occupier
of my backyard where begins a season reign.
A pair of eastern spinebills have concluded,
that the fork in a ti-tree is just right,
for they seem to think it’s fairly well secluded
to raise a family from, an egg until flight;
bottlebrush and fuschia,
emu bush and correa,
heath and grevillea,
provide the nectar their blooming does invite;
but every predator, they’re seeking prey,
for their makeup is depending on protein;
secrecy is a must, to keep hunters at bay,
and diversion tactics do provide a screen,
from a hawk and cat,
butcherbird and rat,
a cunning raven that
enjoys young tender chicks in their cuisine;
but day by day the brood keeps growing bigger,
with mum and dad kept busy on the wing,
and within two weeks the chicks are full of vigor,
so leave the nest to face what futures bring;
what a pleasant scene -
see them perch and preen,
two replicas yet to wean,
and truly a celebration in the spring.
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