A little bird flew into my garden

It was a Robin I think

Lands on my bird table and sits in the water

To bathe and to have a drink

Oblivious at first

To any other thing

Seemed to be enjoying himself

Fluttering his damaged wing

He had obviously been hurt

In some mishap or a scrap

And was taking advantage

Of the water laid on tap

But lurking in the undergrowth

Was Blue, next doors cat, an English Grey

Whose was thinking to himself no doubt?

To catch our robin redbreast

Before he flew away

So stealthily creeping nearer

As our little friend did rest

Oblivious to the danger he was in

So far away from his safe nest

But I need not have been worried

Because when the cat did pounce from off the floor

Our Robin was more alert than I thought

And flew in through my door

Standing on my kitchen table

He looked a funny sight

With one wing barely moveable

As he twittered by the light

I put out my hand and he jumped on

As if to say, I know I will be all right

Then I bathed his little damaged wing

And used matchsticks as struts to mend the break

Then bandaged it all up together

A real injured soldier did he make

He stayed indoors with me for almost a week

Sleeping in a box underneath the stairs

His injuries keeping him in a sedate mood

Until, I removed his temporary repairs

Then he flapped his wings and chirped away

So, I opened up the door

And he flew away so majestically

Sadly for me, to be seen no more

An Owl sits high up in a tree

Looking so forlorn

Icicles hang down from the branches

His hat and scarf well worn

The Snow is falling relentlessly

Feet are almost frozen to the bone

His beady eyes glare constantly

As he braves the storm alone

His thoughts return to his old barn home

Which is not so far away

So off he flies through the forest so white

To return another day

As the snow falls on his feathers

He shakes to clean

Back to his safe abode high up in the barn

To wait for more clement weather

 

Robin Redbreast

 

A Robin sits amongst the Snow

His redbreast out on full show

A chirpy little bird is he

Has he just come to see me?

 

His spindly legs with his body so fat

Tasty meal for next doors cat

However, he is alert to all the danger

Because to my garden he is no stranger

 

Often he flies in to chirp hello

Today especially in all the Snow

I will build a Snowman so he can be sat

On his head, perched on his hat

 

He sings his heart out just for me

Flutters his wings so I will see

That he has arrived and needs some food to eat

And I always throw some to his feet

 

Once he has had his daily fill

Off he goes, out of my garden, over the hill

So, I sit and wait until another day

When my little fat Robin comes my way

What’s Gods Address

 

What’s Gods address

Because when I call he’s out

I sure I have it wrong

Because he never is about

 

I knock upon his door each day

To call and have a chat

But somehow, he never hears me

What should I make of that?

 

Is it me I ask myself?

Or has he just gone deaf somehow

I have tried to shout his name out loud

Until sweat springs to my brow

 

Maybe he will not hear me

Because I have been bad

Perhaps it’s just the way I think

And it has made him rather mad

 

I will try again tomorrow

This time I will knock quite loud

And climb the stairs to heaven

And catch the nearest cloud

 

It will take me in the back way

I will catch him unaware

Sneak up silently behind him

He will never know that I am there

 

So I can tap him on the shoulder

And ask him straight outright

You never open up the door to me

Especially last night

 

Where were you when I needed you?

I know asking is a pain

But when I want you, you are never there

And you have so much to gain

 

A sinner I may well have been

But nice with it all the same

I am sure you know me well by now

I know you know my name

 

You will have to change that door of yours

It’s just too wide and thick

I have knocked and knocked but you never hear

Maybe I should use a stick

 

 

 

Now look God come on play the game

You know I worship you

So let me in and we can have a chat

That is all I want to do

 

So if anyone knows your new address

Be sure to let me have it

Because I need it more than ever

Not knowing that he loves me, hurts a little bit

 

Every sinner needs your guidance

Especially those like me

So come on God just open up

And invite me in for tea

Watch the Candle

 

Watch the Candle as it glows

What secrets lie within

Hidden depths of crystal light

What ends where love doth begin?

See it flicker through a glass of wine

As it makes the liquid seem to move

Your lovers face buried deep within the mind

The motion it causes gets into a grove

Dim lights keep the moment special

Her smile lights up the darkened room

And those eyes glow like the moon at night

Sparkling in the gloom

Holding hands, a gentle sigh

I love you, whispered quietly

A loving look emits from deep within each heart

So much in love it’s plain to see

The Candle casts shadows upon the walls

Darkened features move, the flickering palisade weaves its spell

Our two love bird’s bill and coo, impervious to others

How will it end, only they can tell?

It’s a Hard Life

 

It’s a hard life being a father

All that trouble and stress

From the wife it’s is my hair looking perfect

Does my bum look big in this dress?

You know whatever your answer

You are bound to be wrong it’s so true

She’s upset with you now for ages

So it’s grab the paper and off to the loo

The only place in the house that’s a refuge

A safe haven where you can be alone

So you can do the daily paper crossword

Sitting quietly away from the phone

Because there’s another monstrosity

The call when you answer is never for you

It’s always can I speak to so and so

If you say there not here, Oh what a to do

The kids treat you like their own private banker

Like your pockets is a bottomless pit

If you say, your broke, they can’t have any money

They call you a useless old tit

The Cat hates me deeply religiously

Bites and scratches whenever it can

The Dog growls at me when I go near it

It needs a muzzle like the rest of the clan

The Postman was in a bad mood today

He called me an idiot and a prat

As he stepped all over my Dahlia’s

All because his bike tyres we flat

Let down by some naughty schoolboy

Who thought it would be a good prank

Only to cause a mild disturbance

After which my poor heart just sank

So it’s off to the greenhouse for comfort

A gin and tonic from my secret stash

Away from the family and all others

Where I can sit quietly counting my hidden cash