A parliament of owls will gather round to have a chat,

and spread the wisdom gathered through the day.

A passing murmuration sees no relevance in that,

they’re more concerned with aerial display.

 

A whole bazaar of guillemots is searching for some food,

those succulent crustaceans off the beach.

The foxes would be skulk-ing, but the birds are far too shrewd,

so fowl for now’s completely out of reach.

 

A sudden shoal of mackerel are spotted in the bay,

by hungry herring gulls in colonies,

competing in their numbers for this plenitude of prey

with puffins in improbabilities.

 

A skein of geese flies overhead, ignoring all the fuss,

departing once again for warmer lands.

I often think that they are more intelligent than us,

uncircumscribed by modern life’s demands.