The Bird Hide Poem by Margaret O Driscoll
The Bird Hide
A bird hide fashioned in willow
With a high wooden bench to sit on
A long discreet viewing slit
A moorhen appears, then it's gone
A wagtail flies by the hide
Then rests awhile on a rail
Just a few feet from me
Restlessly bobbing it's tail
Nice choice of words and imagery. Your title captured me and I clicked to read this poem. The arrangement of your words flows so nicely and I can see what you're describing here. Beautiful and soothing.
Thanks so much Pamela, so glad that you can share the memory with me and that you enjoyed it so much! The willow bird hide was a work of art totally blending in with the surrounding area by a small lake, I wished I could have stayed in it longer! !
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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8/5/2026 11:24:58 PM # rel_20260803T153344Z_4267e77
Images so clear, I too enjoy watching birds... and reading your verse
Delighted you like this...glad you enjoy watching birds too!