I have been watching the Rooks in the wind…
Windy Day.
The gusting wind rushed through the trees
And blew them away like falling leaves,
Wings beating fast to thwart the air
They came back to land right there.
Claws gripping hard to twiggy branch
Swaying in time to a rhythmic dance
Wings outstretched to control the beat
They clung there, it’s quite a feat.
Nice poem.
Thanks, Pauline.
Did you actually write that poem yourself,? brilliant if you did,Tiff,
…I could never write anything like that.
Yes, it’s all my own work. I have been writing poetry for years on & off. 
That’s very good Tiff. You would like my little area and the friendly Ravens we feed. They are cheeky too and if they have been forgotten, Mrs Raven feels it’s her right to knock on the window if we can be seen inside. Mr Rook can say a few words or at least I think he does😉
Thank you LD.
Wow!!!..excellent, special gift there,Tiff,
Thank you Donkeyman.
I wonder how difficult it all becomes, if your name is Eunice, or any one of the other names used for storms?
There must be many who will get ribbed, if they have these names?
“You were a lot more windy than we expected, Eunice”
“You’re always blowing hot & cold, Eunice”
“I’ve just been drafted!”
“Shut that door, Eunice is on the way round…”
“Eunice, put wood in t’ole!”
etc etc
It must be annoying?
Very good and very apt, Tiff 
Thank you, Mags.
