The moorhens are out swimming with their young brood
Amongst the water lilies searching for food
And on a weeping willow on the banks of the lake
A sweet voice of Nature one cannot mistake
A voice so familiar one cannot get it wrong
A blackbird is singing his beautiful song
On a very cool evening for late November in Spring
The beauty in bird song is an amazing thing
To song and to poetry the poets it does inspire
So much beauty in Nature for to love and admire
In the heavy low rain clouds the sun hidden away
But the blackbird is in the mood for singing today
The duck and the moorhen with their young on the lake
As I pen not for glory but for Nature's sake.
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