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Gold finch feeding once again
counted two today, said hello,
ninja seed their favourite,
have their feeder all alone
tiny holes keep out the sparrow
who rarely calls today.
The crabs glow pink and white
wild, but stay with me
no stake no tie and free to go,
no one forced to stay.
There is no garden gate
all call, dandelion ,primrose,
even oxlip shy and rare
paler than the cowslip
seeding everywhere,
soon to hide beneath the grass
I promise not to cut 'til autumn.
They seem to like it here,
among the birds and mice
and yes, I have a rat.
The garage roof long disappeared
beneath ivy clamber, homes to let
blackbird, tenant 2008, here again
to sing its faithful vigil.
God's-Little-Acre in the corner
not been for years, nature all alone,
hear funny noises grunting hedgehogs
making love, hear them through the window,
vicarious pleasure for a sleepless night,
knowing I've got it right.
Night over takes the day,
no owl to hoot, no fox to bark
all sleep this night, tomorrow is another day.
Who will call? And will they stay ?
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