The Country Gentleman Poem by Gill Moore

The pheasant in my garden
is quite a noisy chap
he has a splendid coat of gold
and quite the greenest cap
his collar it is always starched
whatever time of day
quite the country gentleman
I really have to say
early in the morning
just after the dawn call
I watch him in my garden
standing very tall
he forages for earthworms
zig zags across the lawn
then straight to the dianthus
now looking quite forlorn
he brightens up my morning
on this January day
and the herons fly above him
as they make their stately way
then he jumps onto the garage roof
preens his feathers so aloof
he calls again then flies away
I'd love to see him every day