NESTING TIME
And spy the birds as they dig and delve -
Turning over each twig where thus they hide -
To make a cosy nest from love -
With sweet love birds side alone by side.
And put the nesting box up high –
Just for blue birds and so that they can fly -
In and out in the summer sun
With just a twinkling of an eye -
And make sure, almost constantly -
A tree nearby for them to see -
And pick at will the insects free.
For fledglings eat so ravenously -
And never seem to fill their tum
Until the dying of the sun!
And then again, as dawn must break -
Above the reeds in distant lake -
Some warblers keeping out of sight -
See tiny insects lost in light -
And then a flash – the insects’ plight!
V M Cubitt
Martin Cubitt
01/03/2025
