This Evening Show by Andrew Huyton
Silver jacketed Jackdaws,
Parade in the evening sun.
As twittering tireless swallows,
Sweep over golden butter-cupped fields.
Where young rabbits roam,
Among laughing leaping lambs,
While Curlew's mournfully cry,
Joining springs evening symphony.
Conducted by the wind,
Leaves and flowers dance,
As the warblers build to a crescendo,
A pheasant shouts out from the crowd,
Arresting briefly the flight of my mind.
A LEO lolls silently over the moor,
The Lion of the skies creeping ever closer to
A quaking vole dare not breathe,
For fear it will be its last.
A Rouzel stands proudly displaying a white halo
Like a military ribbon on his breast.
Insects and creatures of the soil flee,
As he leads an army of Mistle Thrush and
Blackbird striding across the battlefield
Down by the stream grey wagtails play,
While cheekily flashing yellow underwear,
A Dipper dives embarrassed under the fast flowing water
And in catching my eye my mind pauses once more.
A gentle breeze ushers me on,
And as I near the lake the conductor,
Hails the soloist Lark from on high.
Then the drumming of a snipe and
The flute of the sandpiper,
As it tip toes on the shore,
Carefully out of the reach of the clawing
Fingers of lapping waves.
And as the light fades,
Like a falling curtain
Skeins of trumpeting geese drift in
To hail the end of this evening show.