At the bottom of my garden where the wildlife play
Scurrying
Hurrying
Never even worrying
At the bottom of my garden through out the day
Sneaking
Seeking
Now and then just Peeking
At the bottom of my garden ‘til the end of the day

At the bottom of my garden where the wildlife play
Night time
Bed time
Even fast asleep time
At the bottom of my garden at the end of the day
Lightly
Nightly
Eyes closed tightly
Ready for the morning of a bright new day

Winter is here and my garden
Is covered in fine white snow
I can tell who’s been here
The evidence is clear
Little footprints are left as they go.

The trees are heavily laden
Looking dapper all covered in white
Busy squirrels all day
Gathering twigs for the dray
To keep warm when chilly at night

Five minutes from my house is a woodland
Full of wildlife and wondrous views
Whilst woodpeckers are drilling
The woodland is filling
With the birds and their busy ensues

At dusk I look into the garden
Activities are still going on
Owls looking for prey
As water voles play
Round my pond when the daylight has gone

I’ve thought of this verse
Whilst with nothing to do
Of the beautiful Kingfisher
Dressed in blue

As he sits on a branch
And is ever alert
He’ll wait and watch
Then dive with a spurt

Into the stream
With his dagger-like beak
But all you will see
Is a flashing blue streak

He swoops and weaves
When after his game
He’s the king of the fishers
So hence his name

I hear a little bird chirping in the tree top
Could this mean the beginning of spring?
Whilst not to mention
Feathers need attention
And all the little birds have a song to sing

I see a squirrel brushing up his fur coat
Time to look dapper and find a lady friend
Jumping though the branches
Showing off he prances
Leaping tree to tree with a signal to send

Out of hibernation come hedgehogs and dormice
Butterflies and moths start to flutter in the sun
Insects scurrying
Endless hurrying
Nature in the spring is a great deal of fun

As I sit in my garden, does a fox cub intrude?
I welcome his presence e’en though he is shrewd

He chases his tale as he frolics around
Making him dizzy, he topples to ground

He sits there in wonder about the sensation
Waits for a moment to regain orientation

As I keep very still; he is joined by another
Then comes one more, a sister or brother?

The mother is watching her sons and her daughter
As they come to my pond for a cool drink of water

A squirrel jumps on to the roof of my pool house
Being observed by a small garden dormouse

Little wild rabbits come out of their hiding
Nibbling the grass and with others confiding

In the trees up above the birds chirrup and sing
The beauty of nature just doing it’s thing

In the distance a noise disturbs natures pace
In an instance the beauty has gone with it’s grace

We'll hope when it's quiet they'll come back again
For wildlife is that which keeps me quite Sane

I watch a Little Egret in the brook
With seagulls looking on
He’s strayed away from the estuary
He’s fishing but carries on

He dances around with his big yellow feet
To try and attract the fish
It works; fish come to take the bait
He spears them with a swish

I see him as he prances around
My self behind a bush
I think his sharp eyes have spotted me
As he takes to the air with a swoosh

I look-on as he loses orientation
It’s the estuary he must seek
As he turned it was highly amusing
‘Twas just wings and legs and beak

When he’d sorted his point of direction
Flew just feet above my head
As he found his way back to the estuary shore
He made haste and off he fled

Patience is a virtue
One should keep it if one can
I waited an hour and forty-five
My eyes tuned in to scan

My waiting was rewarded
My time was wasted not
For flying down along the brook
I see this tiny red/bluish dot

My camera was excited
I tried to keep it still
For I was standing on a slope
My feet were poised uphill

The little dot got bigger
Then it rested on a twig
I knew the bird as it landed
Because it wasn’t very big

Cold winds are blowing all around snow is falling
Trees stand naked as the ground turns white
Birds fluff up feather
Creatures huddle up together
To keep themselves warm on a cold winter’s night

Christmas is upon us and Santa’s donned his gear
Ready for the children with a present or a toy
Church bells are ringing
Choir boys are signing
Everyone is partying and filled with the joy

As I snuggle by the fire nice and warm on Christmas Eve
I think of all the creatures that are great and small
How they keep themselves warm
All through night until the dawn
And I’ll wake up Charismas day and greet them all

I look into the garden as the snowflakes flutter down
From the window in a room full of good warm of cheer
For the birds I’ve left some seeds
And nuts for squirrels needs
Wildlife too is getting ready for a brand new year

The geese they were also honking.
The Wigeons were whistling too.
The seagulls just flew round in circles
Screeching as always they do

Oyster catchers were flocking
As shanks and Curlews joined in
Sanderlings, Turnstones and Godwits
Were adding toward all the din

I stayed a little while longer
Then decided to leave the arena
The wind was sweeping me off my feet
And it was getting, meaner and mea

Looking at the garden