Hiding in the hedge
Just a shimmer and rustle of leaves to betray them
They suddenly appear - hungry
Darting and swift,
Energised like a flash
Clutching tight,
Balancing on blurred wings
Some at a curious angle
Some upside down;
They feed with a desperate hope
To ward off the winter
Scattering fat and seed
For the less acrobatic on the ground
And then, just as quickly,
They are gone.
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