Garden of Life

What more delicate than the singing of the birds as they flutter and stumble,
Sweet as apple crumble
The wren and the robin, heads a bobbin, squabbling over fallen sunflower seed
Each his need
The bigger they are, the harder they fall
Better luck next time, wren, as robin stood tall 
The squirrel racing the fence, hence, some others beat him to the feast of acorn And conker
He shall conquer
Two at a time he steals away, there may be none left another day
He will return for more.
He knows the score
He has seen the bowl of monkey nuts
Near the door
The hedgehog, shuffling through the vinca major, wager he too
Is after a worm or two
Not much vision for one so short of sight
Darkness at night
Guided by sense
Through the hole in the fence
He is being watched by the cat
Nothing wrong with that
The cat will keep his distance
On this instance
Hedgehog is a formidable foe to puss
Thus
What can you expect
Mutual respect
The ants are marching to an fro
Along the same trail they go
Carrying leaves, twigs and crumbs of food they crave
Back to their underground cave
All night long they task
What more could their queen ask
A wonderful working society in harmony as one
Then gone
Four week is a short ant life to be lived
Onward through the soil they sift.
Birds, bees, worms, ants, wasps, insect of thousands of type and breed
What more could a garden need

Copyright © John Scott | Year Posted 2018

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