The Parrots come to my Garden each day,
They drink from the pond, feed and play,
There wings are coloured in a dazzling hue,
In shades of red green and blue,
They climb the trees and hang upside down,
I am sure in each bird their is a clown,
They give me each day a part of their time,
So I take a break and listen to their chime.The Start of Day
The trill of the Magpie as she feeds her young,
Busy little Mother, yes her day has begun,
The Black Cockatoo at the top of the Pine Tree,
Surveys the World Majestic is he,
He squawks away, a monotonous sound,
As pieces of tree fall to the ground,
The Kookaburra laughs and stretches his wings,
There is Joy in his laugh as the Day begins,
The Honeyeater flutters from bower to bower,
sipping the Nectar from each tiny flower,
Kurrawongs call, Parrots fly bye,
Shades of pink are tinting the sky,
The mist starts to rise, the sun peeps through,
The lace of cobwebs dripping with dew,
Now all is quiet they have had their say,
These Heralds of Morning,
The Start of our Day.
This graphic set was made especially for Moira A-Scot-Down-Under
By Debbie/TBears at TBear's Creations
Please do not take any of the set or the graphics.
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The trill of the Magpie as she feeds her young,
