This chill persists – it blows our mind;
How come this
April’s so unkind?
Through my
terrace window cold blue sky
And my
neighbour’s tree house perched up high!
Birds gather on
the outstretched twigs
They’re light
and fragile – nothing gives
While whippy
branches, some with leaves
Form a bower in
the breeze.
On sunny days, kids
climb aloft
A perfect look-out spot - this croft!
A ladder leans
against the bough
An escape route
for small kids’ pow-wow!
Birds build
nests, that’s how they’re wired
Great skill and
patience are required
So, I wonder if
they pause to see
Whose home this
outsize nest will be?
Two beehives now
have moved nearby;
Will there be
honey soon to try?
How this poet
likes to tease
With stories of
the birds and bees!
(c) Poet in the woods 2021
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