Credit where credit is due by Susan Jacobs
Online - 28 June 2020
Credit where credit is due
The dunnock is brown, there’s no gold on his crown,
But his silvery song comes tumbling down.
The great tit is trim in his yellow-black kit
Calling “teacher”, oh “teacher”, on ad infinite
The starlings all squabble and jostle and fight,
Putting green parakeets to a panicky flight.
The two collared doves quietly bill as they coo,
Their deportment and manners so prim as they woo.
The magpies are louder, and when they all bathe
Show no-one has taught them just how to behave.
My robin is perky, his sub-voice is soft
But how magic he sounds in full throat aloft.
The newt in the pond has a menacing mien
In his startling gold waistcoat, his appetite’s keen
For the poor little tadpoles emerging from spawn –
Any chance their surviving to “frogdom” forlorn.
The ivy and yew buzz with bumbles and bees,
So too does the blossom on old apple trees.
Of butterfly species the count is now eight,
And they zig zag and flutter in a drunken-like state.
The bats then emerge as the sun disappears,
Their calls much too high for my elderly ears.
Perhaps damn Corona gives space for one thing:
To savour the joy and perfection of spring.
18 April 2020
Poem for the Day Credit where credit is due