THE BIRD SANCTUARY (Ward Park, Bangor)

An island raised in the lake

With birds of every kind;

For resting and to launch from

Along the bank they’re lined.


Some hunkered down in the dust,

Eyes closed with feathers spread;

Coloured brown or lustre green,

Some different shades of red.


A Goose it struts upon the grass,

Head raised in knowing look;

Ignoring other feathered types

And the swooping Rook.


The children whoop and chuckle

As they spread the bread around;

Birds rush to get their share,

Leaving that island mound.


This haven of tranquillity,

Gives pleasure through each year;

For creatures of the air to nest,

Then younger ones appear.


Monty Alexander 16.3.97

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