3 August – Garden mafia

They’re back again
and I know it’s more customary
to sing and serenade
their colours and revelry,
but haven’t you noticed
they’re absolutely in gangs,
mobs of seed spitting,
bird feeder disrupting young lads.
I love them, I do,
they deserve descriptive emotion
but before I can get there
I’m laughing at the commotion.
Finch faces, finch faces
what are you so busy conniving?
Golden but mischievous –
darling bright scoundrels thriving.

3 August - Garden mafia