December’s sun is glistening
On the foliage of the Pine;
Chillled, I stand a’listening
As beams of light define.
Snow! Crisp upon the ground,
Silhouetted trees so still;
A Robin’s chirp! The only sound
Trying to find its fill.
A Wagtail with its funny gait
Marches up and down;
Sparrows join and congregate
With feathers tawny brown.
Sudden Starlings overhead
Causes consternation;
As they drop upon the bread
A delectable occasion.
But bigger wings come in at speed,
The Seagull and the Crow;
An urgency in them to feed
On what is spread below.
From a twig a cautious Dove
Eyes the milling mass;
Symbol of all peace and love
Waits for the strife to pass.
Monty Alexander 4.12.03