Top of the table

Is Robin, where they heed his 

Need and feed him seed.

White swans glide through life

Serene; all their hard legwork

Remaining unseen.

Sky high starling flock

Unfurling, down whirling, up

Curling, twisting block.

Raucously squawking,

Squabbling crows, scattering,

Screeching, off they go.

Fat pheasants flying

Through the flak, as tweed jackets

Go on the attack.

I’ve seen a swan dive,

And a pike - but only at

The swimming pool, like.