Busy as ever?
¶ 1
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The nest-builders are as busy as ever….
a delightfully dappled thrush appears at one of my garden pots
checks surreptitiously for danger
instinctively knows I am fastened behind the bars, of toughened glass
he / she selects twigs and dried leaves
tucks them up into their bushel of a beak
and flutters away, with busy, bustling wings
to render and lay foundation, to its al-fresco roost
¶ 2
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with my time-rich covid-induced incarceration
I’ll have yet another excuse to long-finger a tidy-up job…
“oh the birds’ll need that”
“the ladybirds land there all the time”
“the dog loves that”
and I’ll easily gravitate, to what I love best…
a plastic-coated bag of wind, scuffed and scored
for wherever it lays, is where the garden is never ignored!
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