353375
Starlings have
come to strip my tree;
it sounds like
a jungle
in my back garden; waxwings
have missed out this year.
skat@2018
353375
Starlings have
come to strip my tree;
it sounds like
a jungle
in my back garden; waxwings
have missed out this year.
skat@2018
Starlings swarming round
caged balls of warming suet,
murmuring assent.
skat@2018
Starling struts about,
Victorian gent with hands
Clasped behind his back.
skat@2018
Pie-tin of dried worms
meant for robin, gobbled up
by four and twenty.
skat@2018
It’s snowing again;
frantic starlings, blow in to
bicker over seed.
skat@2018