Guess what I just found.....
I have found today.
My garden robin built a nest,
while I was away.
A secret little hollow,
in the Sycamore's old bole.
Twinkling eyes and scarlet breast,
hunkering in the hole.
Four little eggs,
marbled browny-pink,
cradled in moss...
really makes me think.
Sweet little robin on the nest,
you are the bird I love the best.
Tonight I'll go to bed and sleep,
your dangers make me want to weep.
Last year you built there,
and the year before,
with twigs and leaves
and mosses galore.
How I'd love to stand beside
your nest all night -
in fact, reside
by that tree 'til your work is done,
and babies fledged safely, every one!
I know what happens every year,
the truth is cruel, I shed a tear,
when along she comes,
next-door's cat.
She kills each baby and that is that.
This year so hard I've really tried,
green netting around the hole I tied.
Clematis in bloom makes a curtain of flowers,
shielding your nest as you brood there for hours.
Little brave bird,
my belov'd garden guest,
our thoughts are all with you,
sat there on the nest.
You're a secret,
all precious,
God's miracle to me.
How we long for your babies
to fledge from that tree.
Poetry by normalil
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Written on 2007-05-02 at 16:29
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A Precious Secret
A precious little secret,I have found today.
My garden robin built a nest,
while I was away.
A secret little hollow,
in the Sycamore's old bole.
Twinkling eyes and scarlet breast,
hunkering in the hole.
Four little eggs,
marbled browny-pink,
cradled in moss...
really makes me think.
Sweet little robin on the nest,
you are the bird I love the best.
Tonight I'll go to bed and sleep,
your dangers make me want to weep.
Last year you built there,
and the year before,
with twigs and leaves
and mosses galore.
How I'd love to stand beside
your nest all night -
in fact, reside
by that tree 'til your work is done,
and babies fledged safely, every one!
I know what happens every year,
the truth is cruel, I shed a tear,
when along she comes,
next-door's cat.
She kills each baby and that is that.
This year so hard I've really tried,
green netting around the hole I tied.
Clematis in bloom makes a curtain of flowers,
shielding your nest as you brood there for hours.
Little brave bird,
my belov'd garden guest,
our thoughts are all with you,
sat there on the nest.
You're a secret,
all precious,
God's miracle to me.
How we long for your babies
to fledge from that tree.
Poetry by normalil
Read 637 times
Written on 2007-05-02 at 16:29
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