As some of you already know,
I like to listen to birds as I go,
A friendly chirp ,a flirty tweet
The noises they make are most sweet
It struck me though how we’ve lost some sound
As there were birds here that used to abound
The capercaillie you will never hear howl,
Thankfully,we still have the screech of an owl,
The Kentish Plover has now long gone,
In the late nineteen seventies it sang it’s final
song,
The slender Billed Curlew did not survive,
Its habitat and lifestyle took a dive,
And in the decade that Tina sang minus Ike
The Red Backed Shrike took it’s final hike.
Now as I breathe and gently doze,
All I hear are cackling crows,
They’ve even learned to imitate my car alarm
Oh my have we done nature some harm,
The poor wryneck ,a sparrow sized woodpecker,
No longer stops to breed here though a
sometimes visitor
The conditions aren’t right to have their young,
So they fly in and then move on ,
I started this poem when I saw a duck
They seem to thrive and I wish them luck,
But we need such varied habitat to attract species
The birds,once native, are sensitive
creatures
It would strike my heart just like an arrow,
If we were to lose our humble sparrow.
And as I watch the magpie duck and dive,
A wily bird who uses humans to survive.
For is that is our future in this
competitive World,
An Arthur Daly type of bird.
thenotsomightyom 