Early on an Autumn morn while frost still nips the flower stems,
the sun peeps through a spiders web and glistened water hangs like gems.
The trees adorned with colours rich, bronze , flaming red and yellow hue,
cast off their leaves for soon they sleep, awaiting Spring and shoots anew.
A squirrel leaps from branch to branch, an acrobat with bushy tail,
he scrambles down an ancient oak and searches for a nutty trail.
The twittering of bird-song , echoes through the frosty air.
Blue-tits darting to and fro beware the foxes lair.
This cunning creature, orange red, sleeps from his nightly prowl,
he dreams of victims passed and new, the rabbits, ducks and fowl.
A heron swoops towards the brook, a fish is what she spies,
she splashes in with beak alert and snatches up her prize.
The tiny fish, scales sparkling bright, just wriggles to break free
but disapears with one huge gulp and never more to be.
A magpie watching overhead calls to its nearby mate,
she flies to join him on his perch and sees the fishes fate.
Like book-ends painted black and white they sit upon the bough,
joined with a life-long partnership as in a sacred vow.
The suns warm rays dry out the frost, its droplets look forlorn,
impatient for another day when they will be reborn.
simply beautiful!!
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