A Paradise Walk.

Hazily warm this serene afternoon. No early leaf sways around windless tree, But what do I see shyly zooming Around bare branches - robin, eyeing me. Lake is a mass of feathered white flock. Schools of learner-birds, prior to mating time Scrapping with fervour, noisily shocking Behavioural display under a shining Spring sun imposing it's urgent instinct On males. The pale females look on and wait. Then blackbird gives voice to his frequently Forward intent. Lady blackbird takes note. Chaffinch warily eyes crumbs, patiently Held in my hand, then lands, and I explode With excitement. Next instant the robin Comes calling, and cheekily eats a load Of dry biscuit I offer, amiably bobbing His head toward mine. Paradise walks earn Top marks in the real life for which I yearn.