04-19-2015, 05:24 PM
In the yard the cobble stones look hairy.
Rejected seed from the feeders
has seized the way to replicate.
Tender roots push past goose poo,
left as a fertility gift, now set like glue.
Birds flirt under baby oak leaves.
Popping grub laden gifts, beak to beak.
An orgy of activity under a veil of catkins;
they miss the flick of wings that shoves aside
their cosy hide, as the sparrow hawk arrives.
Spring sunlight plays with the cat
asleep on the roof; caressing her fur,
singed from sitting too near the heat lamp.
She chooses to move inside, the weather
disturbs her more than the falling feather.
Rejected seed from the feeders
has seized the way to replicate.
Tender roots push past goose poo,
left as a fertility gift, now set like glue.
Birds flirt under baby oak leaves.
Popping grub laden gifts, beak to beak.
An orgy of activity under a veil of catkins;
they miss the flick of wings that shoves aside
their cosy hide, as the sparrow hawk arrives.
Spring sunlight plays with the cat
asleep on the roof; caressing her fur,
singed from sitting too near the heat lamp.
She chooses to move inside, the weather
disturbs her more than the falling feather.