Snowflakes fluttering through the air
The cold snap something the whole of Britain has to share
Poor tiny lambs nestle against their mothers
While icy winds blow beneath her coat they lay smothered
Tiny yellow primroses blossom in hedgerows
We thought we had seen the last of the snow
Birds gathering twigs and moss to nest
There is no competition for the best
Tiny delicate catkins dance in the wind
Listen soon for the call of the Cuckoo, much maligned
Soon to push fragile eggs from a nest
Bludgeoning her way in without finesse
Nature both kind and cruel
Feather and fur ready to fight a duel
To survive the tribulations dealt out to all
Each piece of nature's jigsaw oh so small.
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