2009 Omlet cube and run for sale

[KAZAROO]

Crisp;

White;

Fresh;

New;

Virgin snow en laces the Yew;

A flash of red; the burning brisket; darts in flight; takes a crumb of biscuit.

A robin lands upon the post;

The bird table is his winter hosts.

Laden with goodies of winter Fayre;

For all the garden birds to share;

Left overs; from in tere;

And we watch the feast begin;

Looking out from within;

Noses pushed upon the glass;

To see our guests arrive at last;

Bacon rind; potato and mixed seed;

Each in turn can take his feast;

And as the evening draws in close;

We draw the curtains; we're warm as toast;

Our little guests are surely thankful;

For the surplus tit-bits from our table.

Blackbird; Coal-tit; Siskin; Wren;

And even a Chicken Now and then.

 

I WROTE THIS A FEW YEARS BACK....Enjoy

[SarahJo]

Thanks - made me smile - and must remember to put some food out.

[Egluntyne]

A poem that rhymes, isn't full of swearwords and makes sense. Fab. Well done.

[Faye&Ant]

lovely