TREE IN WINTER

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TREE IN WINTER

The winter tree is full of birds,
Each snootily ignoring the others.
Concentrating on disappearing
Into small bundles of feathers.
Fierce little eyes threatening
Anything that attempts to shift them
From their bit of branch,
From their tiny hiding place
In amongst the twiggy darkness.

At least until the seagulls come
With strong bodies and hungry winter eyes.
Always on the look-out for a sustaining snack.

Then they’ll have to think again,
Have to hutch up until they entirely vanish
Into crooked black lines bleak drawn on the sky.

For they all know it’s only
When those hard beaks have moved on,
That the seagulls will go hungry.

                                       ©2024 Gwen Grant.

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19 thoughts on “TREE IN WINTER”

  6. So glad you liked the poem. The seagulls are super efficient and coldly good at catching anything they can eat. They come in flocks and if I were a little bird, I’d run for the hills!
    Gwen.

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  17. ‘Hutch’! We often, ill manneredly(!), tell someone to ‘hutch up!’ Hope you’re keeping well and that this tiny patch of sunny weather suits.
    And that you get out on your boat. We’re very slow here.
    Gwen.

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  18. Thanks for the explanation, I wondered… and hunch would have had to be hunch down.

    it’s been raining all day here I’ve been at home in my pyjamas all day, then ventured out into the garden at 9pm for herbs for my dinner, and got soaked by the water standing on all the jungly growth.

    Might go boating next weekend, worrying too much about the vegetable gardens to do much!

    Best wishes to you both,

    S

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