TIME FOR TEA

He lands on my lawn and patiently waits 
Sometimes for variety he lands on my gates
Wherever he is so very patient is this bird 
No tune from his beak and not saying a word 

The reason for his patience is clear to me 
He is wondering what he will be having for tea
Freshly dug worm or out of date bread 
Such a difficult choice it has to be said 

I scatter the bread onto the freshly cut lawn 
Inside is a treat for him I have added some corn
The bird has noticed that tea is now served
No longer a patient bird no longer reserved 

This bird now has bread attached to his beak
Highlight no doubt for him of a very busy week
I noticed he had twigs and straw making a nest 
Glad I'm sure of eating and a well deserved rest