I snapped a twig beneath my shoe, <br />and a startled bird flew o’er my head. <br />Crisp leaves were sprinkled on their tops with dew, <br />coloured, each one, in an autumnal hue, <br />and thickly spread. <br /> <br />Across the park, beneath the trees, <br />helped by the breeze, they’d descended down. <br />Carpeting the ground with a cushioned layer. <br />A splendid scene of such impressive flair, <br />in shades of brown. <br /> <br />A squirrel always so alert, <br />stood, rigid, inert and listened hard. <br />Then with an impish look made fast retreat, <br />by scuttling off, his tasty nuts to eat, <br />but still on guard. <br /> <br />Silence fell, no sound pierced the ear, <br />nothing to hear, quiet peace serene. <br />Then rutting stags called out to their new mates, <br />each bellow from a powerful throat vibrates, <br />their passions keen. <br /> <br />Strange that a twig beneath my toes, <br />can scatter the sparrows into instant flight. <br />In a fragile locale these creatures dwell, <br />to them it’s home and therefore they excel, <br />To our delight.<br /><br />Ernestine Northover<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/to-our-delight/
