Lookingng down the garden in summer

On the thinner branches small birds  swing

Creating joy and beauty as they sing.

Swaying in the wind yet not afraid

This picture is in my mind and will not fade.

The holly tree is dense with prickled leaves

Such haven for the sparrows needs no weave

The collared doves prefer the maple tree

Elegant yet plump they love a breeze

On the path  below my black cat walks

I make a daisy chain

fat flowers and stalks

I have not seen the celandine this year..

Glossier than a buttercup by far