The sun was shining overhead,

As I rose slowly from my bed.

The birds were waiting in the tree

For breakfast, shouting out to me:

'We're hungry — get a move on, do!

We can't sit here all day for you.'

Their meal, prepared the night before,

Was soon put down outside the door;

Upon the table, apples, cheese

And bits of other things, to please.

Fresh water next and then retreat

Indoors, to give them time to eat.

The garden arch which I can see,

Is covered by the jasmine tree.

Beneath its boughs the feeders peek,

Just ready for a hungry beak.

Filled up with seeds and nuts to try;

And out of sight of feline eye.

There's blue tits, coal tits, great tits too

And collared doves that bill and coo.

The blackbird in the border waits;

The magpie with a call that grates

Shouts from a neighbour's chimney top;

And robin with his merry hop.

I'd watch all day if I just could,

But other things I know I should

Be doing — still, a minute more,

Before I venture through the door.

The pleasure which these creatures give

Make it a joy to be, to live.

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