Jay bird, Lovely beyond words, Visiting the apple tree On its way to something better. Gleaming palely through the leaves.
On the fence, Two black collared doves Sit grumpy and silent, Watching the crows swooping low. Not fooled by their wings Splashing shade on the hot grass For their killing patches.
The old cat, Marmalade fur thin and crumpled As creased taffeta, Knowing climbing is beyond him Takes his anger out on the brassy magpie, Chasing this feathered beauty From one end of the garden To the other.
Until the magpie tires of taunting The old cat. Wisely remembering its sharp claws And its will to kill those that torment him.