Happy Birthday to me

Birds

A graceful movement across the sky,
It is a seagull passing by,
Touch of cream and fawn, orange and brown,
A house sparrow comes flying down.
Fluttering into the sky so blue,
A lark is hiding its nest from view.
With neck out-stretched a wild duck streaks
Vanishing amongst the mountain peaks.
A pigeon coos, likewise the dove,
Nestling close to its own true love.
In the wood the nightingale’s song
Rises and falls, all the night long.
The owl hoots, tu-whit, tu-whit-tu-whoo.
Pheasants call and the cuckoo, too.
Robin, bright of eye and breast, is brave,
Loving a fight, the naughty knave.
That lovely songster, the missel-thrush
At even bids the world to hush.
Bird species are many, these but a few,
Hark to their chorus as dawn breaks through.

Phyllis Jermy Deceased - my Grandmother