Poems written by Peter Gibbs over 60 years, inspired by romance, travel, the beauty of nature, emotions and family and friends - peterspoetry.co.uk
Fed Upstart
I am a novice birder
And like to see them feed
I envy those whose gardens
Attract a range of breed
But I live in a town house
And cannot see below
Those which come to visit
My bijou patio
And then I found a feeder
To stick to first floor pane
Sadly it became unstuck
So then I tried again
The next one was more sturdy
But rather than on high
I put it on the ground floor
'Twas worth another try
A perfect new position
On my conservatory
Filled with seed and meal worms
Who knows what I would see
At first no change was noticed
But then the level fell
I topped up the container
I thought I'm doing well
Yet still no sight of robins
Or pretty long-tailed tits
If I could spy just one or two
I would be thrilled to bits
This morning came my answer
A squirrel found inside
My avian feeding station
With gravity defied
I know they're all God's creatures
Even the foreign grey
But I'm withdrawing this free lunch
And hope they'll stay away
The food will go to those I know
Who have more space than me
And if I miss my feathered friends
I'll watch them on TV.