Frenzy.
Drooped in summer a pink-flowered
hawthorn drowsily straddles noon\'s scorching hour.
Soon blackbird appears battling through
grass for live lunch, beak sharp as blade he stoops,
gulps yet again and though drunk on
worm flavour flaps wildly in heat-haze while pluming
upward over-heavy with extras.
Then heading high to spiked bush enters gloom
and shelter where still tied to feed, two
baby beaks raise screeching gapes as greed consumes
before weary parent wings off again.
Feeding means frenzy as feathered
pairs fetch needed nutrition for well-reared nestlings.