bird fun, they are all up there br drizzle, the row of little robins on the wire br a lost bee flying by, takes a round and flies off, br br bird fun, a little kite gliding chirping br a sentinel for female kite br hatching its young in the trees br br bird fun, they are all down there br a white energetic scintillating dove br after the rain cleaning itself in a puddle br sprinkling off the water br inches its head in and out of water br quick and skillful as a roman prince in his bath br br bird fun, they are all down here br a drowsy cockroach on the sundry shop verandah br snapped up by the sharp-eyed little sparrow br flew in, snapped and went without a care of the world br br bird fun, they are all in the trees br the little colourful bird with br match size curved beak br hopping, looking for hawthorns br other flocks had patronised br and me....feeling guilty like a thief br that i am too trying to share its hawthorns br br inspired by br br A Bird came down the Walk br A Bird came down the Walk— br He did not know I saw— br He bit an angle-worm in halves br And ate the fellow, raw, br And then he drank a Dew br From a convenient Grass, br And then hopped sidewise to the Wall br To let a Beetle pass— br He glanced with rapid eyes br That hurried all abroa— br They looked like frightened Beads, I thought— br He stirred his velvet head br Like one in danger, Cautious, br I offered him a Crumb, br And he unrolled his feathers br And rowed him softer home— br Than Oars divide the Ocean, br Too silver for a seam— br Or Butterflies, off Banks of Noon, br Leap, plashless as they swim.