Monday, 27 April 2015

On Spring.

Rise from your slumber, Prince of Reverie
'Tis not the house-cat but the Turtle Dove that purrs.
'Tis not the schoolyard but the gibbering of the Blackcap in his hedge.
It is the Willow warbler descending Lethe-wards from the catkin,
Where once fell the autumn leaf.
It is not the Robin but the Start, 
His stay all too brief.

Now lets do birding! that Pied fly's not going to find himself, no matter how much therapy he's had!

wouldn't it be nice