Goodnight

Watching the garden as always.

The orange glow

in the sky,

begins to fade

as shadows grow.

As the day peters out

I watch a goldfinch frenzy

as sunset settles softly in.

They swarm in excited throngs

around the garden feeders,

joined by the odd greenfinch,

blue tit or robin.

The corvids descend

like kites to dominate

the ground,

magpies, less timid than the crows,

have found ways to mount feeders

and take their fill

while others,

including pigeons and dunnocks

and chaffinches,

wait below

ready to peck-up

the spills.

Mr and Mrs Bullfinch

pay their respects,

to bid us goodnight.

The great spotted woodpecker

makes a quiet appearance,

and even the nuthatch

performs a short

acrobatic routine

on the nut feeder

before darting off

into the dusk.

Hedges and trees

become silhouettes

against a darkening

twilight sky, and

as suddenly as it began,

supper is over

and the chirping ends

as night descends

upon another

English summer's day.

 

01/08/19

Author's Note

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

nothing like a beautiful sunset...sitting on the porch watching and listening to the concert mother nature gives us in so many ways...
beautiful painting in words here.
j.

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Yes not everyone is lucky enough to have such an opportunity or the peace to enjoy it. I know how fortunate I am. Many thanks Jacob I do value your words.

[Chris Shaw]

Your music choice a good one. Your poem is super John. We can get a great deal of pleasure looking at the antics of birds in our garden. The more you look, the more you see and understand their behaviour. Far more preferable than studying human beings methinks. A fine piece of free verse. You are always so consistent with your poetry. There I must have been studying you :))

Chris

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Ha, ha, Chris consistent = boring lol!
Love watching the garden from my keyboard anytime, day or night. Many thank yous and I will trey to be still under that microscope!