The Cedar


The Cedar (1999 – 2015)

Once in my garden grew a tall cedar
which was the envy of every bird feeder
home to the coal tit
well hidden in it
and to the blackbird, the hedgerow’s leader.

Then came the worker with a big scraper
causing the little back garden to taper
and the wheelbarrow
frightened the sparrow
which flew away in a ripple of feathers.

Down went the tree in the blink of an eye
I never wanted that giant to die
robin and thrush
left in a rush
before the chaffinch could sing it goodbye.


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