Its not my dance!

A new day dawns, birdsong greets us,

Through open window, such lightness of voice

Sounds unique to each of His species

To hear such joy from one so poised

Sitting atop the  wandering branches

Moving in flow with the breeze around

Precariously balanced to sing so freely

caressing our ears with each trill and sound

The blackbird unmistakenly cheeky

In song so happy and carefree, yet

loud chatter of magpies breaks serenity,

all Gods handy work , lest we forget!

Robin mischievously vies for attention

Appearing from nowhere to say hello.

Hopping and flirting as we work round the garden

"Any treats for me as you dig that hole?"

Long tailed tits grace us with presence

Not staying long for us to see

They stay in numbers as if for safety

So delicate, beautiful and graceful they feed

Neighbourhood cat enters the foray

Laying in wait for a chance to pounce

Oh how I anger at such impertinence

Then I remember it's not my dance...