Very rare I sit upon square,
Adjacent to the bush,
Border coarse pampas and bluebells fair,
With trellises of herbs so lush,
On these slabs I hear some verse,
Delivered by blackbirds,
Finches and thrushes also immerse,
In these glorious natural words,
Reveries come off the greenhouse,
Blinding me, thus tear,
But I rub my eye, so I’m no mouse,
Then I open al fresco beer,
A lovely day this truly is,
Upon the patio,
Continuing to listen to those bird’s kisses,
This beautiful, relaxing slow.