Our winter visitors

 

I must get to the shop!

I know it’s snowing and

there’s ice on the ground!

It’s freeeezing!

But I’ve just run out of bird food!

Oh no! what will the little creatures do!

Without my constant supply

they will surely turn up their little claws

and die.

 

So off I go

a-tumbling and a-sliding down the lane.

A sheet of ice I did not see.

Oh no! I’ve come a cropper now!

 

Well now I’m in the local hospital.

A broken leg, concussion, twisted knee.

It’s visiting time, I wonder if anyone I know

will come and visit me.

 

Suddenly the ward is full of flapping

feathery tweeters!

They’ve come to say thanks for all the food!

They say the snow is gone, so they are doing well.

They only came to put my mind at rest.

And each one has brought me a single grape

held delicately in each tiny beak.

Just to say thank you

get well soon!

 

this is a totally fictional poem in case any of you wanted to come and sign my cast!