|This was probably the same Herring gull on our Chimney pots, rather than neighbour's whose pots are not covered.|
September leaves already turned their shade of pale,
Via winds from north of frozen tales.
Creatures choose below and out of way
Where up above tall trees do sway
Of rubbing limbs for many hours
A broken branch did fall it’s tower.
Carrion blown in backward flight
Did seem to be an unnatural sight.
Poss'd inside a chimney-pot
A Gull takes it’s lot.
Restless behaviour adjusts to another,
Oh ...the discomfort looking bird now calling for it’s mate.
"Oh where are’t thou, Gull’s partner, your late" !
When a sudden blaze shone round to give those...in need...some eego
To brave the whip-lashing weather that came too soon.
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copyright: lynne shaw (@Lynnibinny)