Poetry for the Big Garden Bird Watch. . . . .

Well I have done the Big Garden Bird Watch

To see what I could see

Like Eagles and Swallows

And possibly the odd Penguin or two . . .

I think sort of. . . maybe

The trouble is they all look the same

Because a bird is a bird to me

And a Seagull and a Golden Eagle

Can be confused incredibly easily

But I did see some Blue Tits

And a Vulture sitting in a tree

And Blackbirds and Sparrows

The rather rare Dodo

And a Chaffinch or two . . . or was it three

And a big fat grey Squirrel

Who eats all the food, that we put out

Which the cat likes to chase

Around and around and round about

He never catches it however

Because the little critter is too fast

But if a passing Condor sees it

That day will be its last

And as the Penguins nibble fish

Off our bird table on the lawn

My neighbour views

My observed list

With bemusement

And with scorn

And tells me (pointing) . . . that the Dunnet

Is not a humming bird

And to say I’ve seen a Phoenix

Is simply quite absurd

And that my Big Garden Bird Watch

Is not going very well

And that Puffins don’t eat peanuts

And Goldcrests don’t eat jelly babies

And I’m an idiot if I can’t tell

But I have done my bit

Submitted my list

Despite My RSPB neighbour

Waving his fist

And I suspect someone will think

It’s somewhat rare but nice

That I saw a flock of

Wilson's bird-of-paradise

There were loads of them

Honest with huge talons