THE BIRD HOUSE
Ripe ivy climbs the garden wall, green flower fingers bunched, berry-like.
A wooden bird house by the gate waiting for pigeon, robin, magpie,
Each morning filled with corn and seed, a tasty breakfast for all to feed.
A squirrel leaps from garage roof, sits, grey tail aloft, to choose and chew.
The busy sparrows wait their turn in thorny bush – their hiding place.
When large birds leave they nip inside, pecking and picking, then flit away.
A mouse finally tries his luck but there’s nothing left in the bird house.