Birds at Bishop’s Palace, Wells
Pen and her cygnets
Evening light on calm water
Following her home
Heron
Heron flies above
The old stone ramparts, herald
For the palace walls
Robin
Under the old yew
In the gloaming you watch me
Small red sentinel
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Breakfast with the birds
A pair of swallows
Perched on the telephone line
Call to say they’re here
Late afternoon
Willow sheds its down
Windblown to a lullaby
Sung by the goldfinch
