The Ghost

Flying in on silent wings,

over his hunting ground.

He swoops and turns at squeaks and rustles in the grass.

The mouse, the mole and rat run through the grass,

hoping they can hide.

Oh dear, poor mouse,

He found the owls talons.

By Terry Ann Hatch

The Robin

The red breasted Robin sits on the gate.

Pruning and cleaning, getting ready for its mate.

Babies will come and hard work begins.

But at Christmas time, he's back on his gate.

Pruning and cleaning, ready for his mate.

By Terry Ann Hatch

The Kingfisher

Feathers of blue, with hints of gold.
A stream of pure water, clear and cold.
Fish are hiding or darting about,
hoping they won't be lunch.
She sits on the branch, watching and still.
Just before she lurches to the fish below.
Her baby waits for each fishy morsel.
Growing big and strong, already a handful.
Flapping its wings, it leaves the nest.
Goodbye sweet Kingfisher,
God bless.

By Terry Ann Hatch