Saturday 10th February
I stop and take rest on the bench down by the river
A fresh winter day, it’s cold and makes me shiver
I move to go on my way along the muddy path
When downs pops a blackbird using a puddle as a bath
I stop and stand in silence while I watch him splash about
I stand and listen and realise there is birdsong throughout
Hiding in the trees and bushes sending up their chorus
It’s like the birds have put on a show specifically for us
Perhaps they were reminding me how great Mother Nature is
And all it’s beauty, charm and wonder it freely gives
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