Gently the breeze plays with the blossom of the cherry trees,
spilling the petals and disturbing the bees,
caressing the beeches and rippling the corn,
carrying messages of another dawn.
A blackbird awakening fluted his song!
But alas his greeting was not for long!
A sparowhawk up aloft that morn and
keen to feed her newly born,
clutched the chorister from his bower.
To the songster had come at this early hour,
a death as swift as that hawk in flight:
more would die ‘ere day turned night.
For nature is ever red in tooth and claw.
He who made all things decreed it so.
The feathers of the innocent fluttered down,
covering the earth in a chastening gown.
That gentle breeze played with them
as it passed by
with a whisper, or was it a sigh.
Ernie is on Radio Humberside on a Sunday morning and I heard him read this poem.
I asked him for a copy of it and he kindly sent it to me.
Ernie knows such a lot about the countryside, about animals, birds and he also has a rich store of memories.
Thanks Ernie for sending me this.
I do agree that it is natural for birds of prey to attack. I think the problem comes when the number of birds of prey becomes so high that it puts songbirds at risk. What do you think – if you have time please let me know.