If you’re walking by the bushes

at the end of the lane

you may hear a little quack

as the sun begins to wane.

You may look for the water

where the ducks might be,

but there’s no-one in sight

just the rustling of the leaves.

Would you believe

the quack that you heard

was the sound of an owl,

a sad little bird.

“A quacking owl?”

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WOODLAND WONDER

Gently caressed by the breath of the breeze,
branches sway atop tall lofty trees.
Restless leaves, to gnarled fingers, cling
wondering what freshness the new day will bring.

Hopping about on long leafy arms,
fluttering feathers displaying delicate charms.
Beautiful songbirds sing out their sweet melodies
in the grand performance of natures sweet harmony.

Bushy tailed...

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