Yesterday I re-blogged a collaborative work in which Anarette had put words to a photograph I had taken of a white downy swan feather trapped in the ice. Today it is my turn to put words to an image taken by Anarette.
At first I struggled to fit words to Anarette’s image below, but have come up with a string of words that I hope you enjoy. To see yesterday’s collaboration hop on over to Anarette’s wonderful blog by clicking on ‘White Feather‘.
The Moorhen – What’s in a name?
Head bobbing in and out
By the barges I roam
The reeds forming cover
To this my canal home
The pond, silent and still
A calm place to be
Where I can dip my bill
That red for all to see
Quick and darting on the land
Though safest on the water
Away from fox and other foe
That might lead me to slaughter
Running water, rivers and brook
Or loch and pond of waters staid
It’s where you’ll find me if you look
My colours here displayed
You may call me by my given name
A misnomer if e’er I heard
To lay for you is not my game
Nor moor the place to spy this bird