A CRAZY CRACKLE
The birds in the back garden always land perfectly,
Never seem to stumble or fall but descend gracefully,
The smallest twig or the feeder never miss their aim,
But there was a little mishap that was really very plain.
A crackle had been feeding on the grass starting to grow,
Then onto the clothes line all of a sudden he wished to go,
He went to grab the fine line and he caught it quite well,
Now my husband and I have a very funny tale to tell.
With bird-like grace he landed, but then the fun began,
The line must have been to skinny, for, not part of his plan
He seemed to whizz round the line holding on with his might,
When he came the right way up again he suddenly took flight.
He had seen the little sparrows land on the line with ease,
Now I am sure that crackle’s heart will stop or freeze
As he remember the loop he made upon our clothes line,
And will fly to the fences or trees after he does dine.
(Millicent) Ann Margetson 1 April 2005