I have a flock of sparrows,Who live inside my roof,
And they themselves have neighbours
That live in next door's tree.
They all meet in my garden, and keep me company.
A little frog, has his home, beneath my back door step,
With solid walls, and roof above,
And ivy for his porch.
I wonder if he's ever met the mouse
Who lives across the way- slightly too near the weasel
I saw the other day!
A squirrel, who's been a bit too shy,
To venture in before, suddenly decided
The birdseed plus the raisins,
Were too good to ignore.
The stars are out and I can see,
The fox and badger visit me.
They squeeze beneath my garden gate,
And snatch the food upon the plate
( as neither have good manners,) and will not sit and wait.
All creatures that are wild and free, are welcome in my garden.
Even slimy molluscs can leave their trails about.
But-the constantly drumming woodpecker,
Lovely though he is,
I could happily live without !
it's lovely! enjoyed reading
it's lovely! enjoyed reading it.
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...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."
"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "
Thank you, wasn't sure about
Thank you, wasn't sure about putting it on, bit different to what other people post, but we can't all be the same I suppose.