An Avian Delight
From my kitchen window
I can pass a pleasant while.
Callers to my bird table
They always make me smile.
Crowds of busy sparrows
Make an early morning call.
Then appears the robin,
He likes to boss them all.
Raucous squabbling starlings,
Noisy, loud and rude.
A riot on the wing,
Fighting anyone for food.
Then come the ****,
The great, the coal the blue
And some days, a nice surprise
A bullfinch passes through.
Then arrive the goldfinches
The prettiest of them all.
Painted little charmers,
All dressed up for a ball.
So there I stand
With my morning cup of tea,
As an avian delight
Plays out in front of me.
Copyright © Gary Smith | Year Posted 2017
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