A simple pleasure was once for me
Watching the birds i could see
Out of my living room window.
Young families emerging from the hedge
Gradually vanishing when they fledge
The lovely bird feeder hanging outside
Saw many a squabble where mum would preside
And sort out her chicks.
But all could feed.
Until one night came a nasty deed.
And the feeder was stolen
Birds fluttered around in a hopeless quest
So i decided what would be best
And bought another. Alas that was stolen too.
Oh dear, is there a moral to this rather sad tale?
I mustn’t give up.
Love will prevail 

July 2023