Down the garden I go,
Bird food in hand.
Fill the feeders with seed,
Fill others with sunflower hearts,
For the Goldfinches of course.
Towards the bird table I go,
Put some seed on it,
But also the sultanas.
As I empty the packet
The Blackbirds appear
All around me in the trees,
When I put the last sultana on
A Blackbird lands near my hand,
It looks at me in gratitude,
I remove my hand and stay still.
The Blackbirds come nearer
And join each other on the table
In their first feast of the day.
I stand a look at them,
As they look at me,
Trusting me.
I thank and praise nature
That they accept me,
Accept me as a friend,
And allow me their trust
As I stand amongst them,
In amongst the Blackbirds.