This little poem is how I visualise events that have occurred whilst on holliday at my son's in kent

Wonder of wildlife

Singing in full vocal throttle
The sound of the birds, early morn
The chirrups and tweets
All sounding like treats
How I love to wakeup at dawn

A mother fox, she sits a foot
Whilst her cubs play around in my garden
As they rough and they tumble
I watch with out grumble
And to trespass I give them full pardon

Around the back of my garden pond
Water voles can also be seen
They come out to play
When they think you’re away
On arrival they scurry the scene

At dusk the chorus in treetops
A distant train rumbles down track
Badgers at play
After sleeping through day
Wonder of wildlife has no lack

By
Beryl R Lad

You can find a few more poems on my website
http://myweb.tiscali.co.uk/rhythm/
Most are a little insane but I have ( I like to think) a sensible page called my Secret Garden

This little Fox cub chased his tail for about 2 minutes and was quite dizzy afterwards . Very funny to watch

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Chocky A true friend is the best possession Cheers Chocky.

 

Nice Chocky, I always make a point of looking at this section now.

 

Oh Thank you
Why don't you try a little verse. it is so easy.Especially if they are silly, I find the wildlife poems a struggle.

Chocky A true friend is the best possession Cheers Chocky.