A bright and chilly morning to be trudging through the trees
Magpies, Jays and Carrion Crows are all perching at ease
Dead Man’s Fingers reach on out, their blackened digits fanned
I half expect to see one holding a fungal Dead Man’s Hand.
Into the Car Park and Robins trills, with Grey Squirrels on the bounce
And tiny Blue Tits fluttering by, each weighing below an ounce
No Cervids in the woods today, but Stagshorn’s to be found
With coo and clatter up above, sure Wood Pigeon sound
Beside the castle, five blooms left, the Buddleia’s still flowering
Inside fronds of Tamarisk, a Blackcap family’s cowering
A Garden Warbler comes to visit, a bland and modest guest
Red Admirals and Walls arrive, each more grandly dressed.
A stray bunch of Sea Aster still bears flowers by the coast
Holding on to summer’s charm a little longer than most
Speaking of charm there’s one above, or maybe left or right?
I hear the chirp of Goldfinches, but they evade my sight
A wing of Rock Doves bears aloft with a sound like water rushing
They fly so close together I see their wingtips almost brushing
Down past the lighthouse I do spy my favourite Apple Tree
It’s host to yet more Blackcaps, but it seems it’s apple free
Along the Butterfly transect expectation is justified
Adonis Blue and Meadow Brown here merrily abide
Finally on Lighthouse Road, a Dunnock sits keeping mum
A whole new day is on its way, who knows what’s yet to come?