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Screaming, snarling, yelping, yowling,
Crashing and lashing in the undergrowth –
Fox-fight.

Cheerful chirrup above my head,
Bright flashes of yellow and red –
Goldfinch.

Cormorant – perched on a pole,
Alert, erect,
Like a guardsman on duty.

Two proud parents, dressed in white,
Six toddlers, fluffy, grey and cute –
Swans and cygnets.

In the breeze,
Flying, floating,
Dancing, drifting,
Tiny, downy,
tufts of fluff,
Mini-parachutes
Each bearing
A precious package,
A microscopic seed,

Eyes peeled, ears pricked, binoculars at the ready,
We spent a week at Wastor, on the edge of Dartmoor.
The woods were alive with birdsong, dawn till dusk,
So we took up the challenge (as all nature-lovers must)
We made a list!

Trees moan,
Gates creak,
Barns shudder,
Windows rattle.

Breeze-blown clouds
Scud across the blue sky.
The view to Corfe crisp, clean,
Scoured by successive showers.