All In Turn

The year is turning.

The blackbird king

Of my summer garden

Clattered out his warning,

Silent now in greyness.

Yet today he is turning

No clatter at the Dawn

But a quiet chk chk

At the window

At seven thirty eight.

Later the garden

Flushed with

Finches wings

Not forgetting

A full complement

Of tits turned to flitting.

When all had gone

The bobbing robin

Flounced and bounced

And calling all the odds

Found no one to bully

So turned and left in peace.

The garden settled

Wind blown out

Damp and slightly mild.

By mid afternoon

The blackbird back

Chk chk at the window

Returns to roost

As the day turns dusk.

JL Dec 30  14:49