July – The Quiet Time
Where have all the birds gone?
‘A little bit of bread and no cheese,’
Or the occasional greenfinch wheeze.
But that is all said and done.
The larks have departed.
Thrushes become scarce
Birds as a whole are sparse
Even ‘chiff chaff’ is not repeated.
Our garden friends gone away
And only the clapping of pigeon
Offers a smidgeon
Of bird life to brighten our day.
No longer the sparrow’s cheery chatter
Is to be heard on the eaves,
Whilst tail-less magpies leave
Strangely silent, but no matter.
The sun sets without a sound
Whilst the dawn chorus
Is just not there for us.
Not a bird or song to be found.
Dave Urmston c 2017
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