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 f fun

In the corner of the park is a very tiny wood
And the trees are alive with singing
There are lots of little birds and I think you really should
Go there and watch the little birds winging

They flutter and hop from tree to bush
Chirping a happy little song
Just step slowly neither shove nor push
And you won't have to wait too long

There's a lovely little brook where a kingfisher sits
As he waits on a twig for his pray
If you go early morn and keep about your wits
You may see him fishing every day

Most days in the park keep an eye toward the sky
When the seagulls and the crows start to squeal
There'll be a Kestrel or buzzard flying very high
It's a sight for the eye and very real

In the corner of the park in this very tiny wood
Where the trees are alive with singing
If you’re ever come this way please visit if you could
Your ears will be filled with pleasant ringing

I saw a kingfisher
Down by the brook
With a beak full of prey
To take back to his nook

He must have a mate
And eggs ready to hatch
Whilst the brook’s full of fish
He will get a good catch

I see a lady just down there
I’ll have to look my best
I must do my spring preening
And don my brand new vest

Hello. Please come and sit with me
I am up a branch or two
I have just cleaned all my feathers
And spruced them up for you

I’ll sit up in the tree top
And sing out all my joy
I hope she’ll turn and glance at me
I’m a handsome Blue tit boy

The Mallard duck, she came to school
Not to learn or play the fool

But to make a nest behind The Grange
Where she laid nine eggs and all free range

The duck was watched with a very close eye
And we tiptoed quietly as we passed her by

Now one of the teachers saw them hatch
Nine little ducklings, what a batch

He tweaked his beard and scratched his head
Called some students and to them said

“Come over here and have a look
We’ll take these ducklings to the brook

One of the caretakers looked on too
Was it a circus or maybe a Zoo?

To the caretaker I heard him say
“Grab that duckling and walk this way

A box for the last one, caw, what a lark
Running after the others into the park

The duck waddled after with a very loud quack
They stopped all the traffic, there’s no turning back

They climbed the railings without a falter
Now ducklings and duck are safe in the water

There’s a lady with a camera
And she’s pointing it at me
She thinks I cannot see her
As she hides behind the tree

Who does she think she’s kidding?
I can see just where she’s at
In a camo coloured outfit
And a funny little hat

I’ll stay a few more captures
For I’m such a handsome guy
Then shake out all my feathers
And head towards the sky

I’ll fly down to the river
For the tide is going out
That’s when fish are left behind.
A catch with out a doubt

The sun is in the sky and spring is upon us
Little birds are singing whilst building a nest
Kestrel hovering
Got his eye on every thing
Black crows call to alert all the rest

Trees growing leaves and flowers start to blossom
The ground is alive with fungi in the wood
Insect sect stomping
Caterpillars Chomping
Remnants of something where once it stood

Fox cubs tussling whilst mother watches closely
Bunny rabbits nibble the grass by the fence
Daisies and Buttercups
Always tend to clutter up
And all the vegetation starts to grow very dense

Crisp spring mornings walking though the woodlands
Waiting by the brook near a Kingfisher’s rest
Mute swans swimming
Mallard ducks skimming
The surface of the water with a graceful zest

Have you ever seen a dragonfly buzzing by a pond?
Heard newly hatched chicks when they sing
The sounds are wonderful
The colours are beautiful
Oh how I love the season of spring

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
Came this tiny red/blue 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

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

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