The squabbling of the morning flight
Welcoming morn
Banishing night,
The splishing
Splashing
Screeching song
They let us know day has begun.

More sedately Blackbird calls
Hen arrives
Perched on wall,
Daily offerings surveyed
Bread
And nuts
On feeding tray.

Cooing of the Collared Doves
Always paired
So much in love,
Bobbing heads they strut around
Picking
Pecking
On the ground.

Morning flight returns a-pace
Squabbling Sparrows
In your face,
They seem to scream
To one
To all
From the bay beside the stream.

Next comes little Jenny Wren
So timid
This small brown hen,
She’s watched by Robin
Eyes beady
Bright
See who, where and when.

My garden birds bring so much pleasure
Sipping coffee
At my leisure,
Observed, but not disturbed by me
They feed
And bathe
Their morning rituals; my morning enjoyment.