Sunny morning gentle start to the day

Looking out on a softly shaded garden scene

The chairs round the table hold an image of where we have been

Now a perching place for the robin on his never ending quest for food

He is busy trying to feed himself today

He sings on the back of the chair, then hops down to look for crumbs from our table

The fish in the pond are lined up like soldiers on parade

Waiting for the food I throw them

These cold blooded creatures of habit

They see me approach and know they will be fed

As the morning wears on the garden gets warm

The local sparrows descend like a swarm

Into the shallow end of the pond by the waterfall

A refreshing cold bath for all

Then sit in the castor oil tree to dry, then as one they fly in a noisy chaotic flock