frost feathers windscreens
sharp lunarian light
n.b. City living can be exhausting, not least when an excess of light blurs night with day. Birdsong can be heard at all hours, under a clear sky when a full moon rises.
softens the blackbird’s sharp song
After spring day’s warmth
Sleep calls to our sun-pinked skin.
n.b. Get with the programme, birdie!
Distressed blackbird clucks
Disturbance within hedgerow
Smug cuckoo departs
n.b. Here is Sir David Attenborough taking you through the dirty work of the parasite obligate we call the cuckoo.
Plip plop plap plick plish
Pibble plabble plub pleesh pleb
Music to the ear
n.b. With melody provided by the blackbird.