Upon the Patio

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.