At dusk flying low, is the Hawk,
With piercing eyes he does stalk.
Searching frosty earth for a tasty meal.
Catching a mouse then away he does steal

A scheming squirrel hidden behind a tree.
Resting for a while so we can’t see.
Gathering food for his winter store,
Plenty of acorns now, no need to go for more.

The wise tawny owl sitting in the old oak tree,
What is the latest news you have for me.
Your mating call is ‘too-wit’, but to who,
The female replies ‘to-woo’ to you.

Evening at dusk a hedgehog might be found,
Scurrying amongst fallen leaves on the ground.
When threatened by something, rolls up in a ball.
His spikes stick out, face hidden and all.

A little mole creature ever so slight.
Departs from his burrow in the darkness of night.
Leaving behind a mound of soft earth.
Careful to tread, or you could face the turf.

While digging up the garden peat,
Closely hopping beside my feet,
A robin came, head cocked on one side,
Excited about a wiggly worm he has spied.

A murmuring of Starlings arrives on time.
In search of food and warmer climes.
Their familiar speckled plumes are seen,
Standing out with an iridescent sheen.

The Heron stealthily stalking through pond reeds.
Eyeing the fish, ready for his feed.
Becoming motionless, for quite some time,
Then ‘splash’, oh! Yes, that tasted fine.

Hidden deep in the woods the cuckoo sings.
Bluebells are in bloom, the bird is on the wing.
Springtime is here, if only it would stay,
Children are saying, come on lets play.

The familiar sound of the Woodpecker tapping.
Hidden deep in the woods rap-rap-rapping.
Drumming out a certain rhythm,
A mating call, so strongly given.

Blue Tits flying two and fro.
Building a nest for young ones to grow.
One rests on top to keep the eggs warm,
The other brings back a nice juicy worm.

Oh! Blackbird singing in the dusk of night.
Your song brings me such delight,
You sit upon the tallest tree,
You’re quite difficult for me to see.

A Badger comes out from his burrow at night,
A furry creature of black and white,
He hunts around making sure he’s not seen,
By passing car in it’s headlight beam.

The joy of spotting a white Dove.
Thoughts of peace, tranquillity and love,
The serenity of a warm summer’s day,
The laughter of children’s voices making hey!