Sunday afternoon and the gardening’s done.
Satisfied, I stop, sit back and observe.
Gleeful goldfinches chitter with delight,
their happy chatter calls to my innocence.
I smile a childlike smile. Meanwhile, a nearby
robin perches, posing like a head-
cocked model caught in curiosity.
She stares, I stare back; we are connected.
Blue tits flit incessantly from one thing
to the next; their frantic avian minds
unable to stand still. I watch them fly
delighted that I, however, managed to do so.

The poem says it all really, a lovely moment at the end of an afternoon’s work.
(14.06.26)

© Ben Quant 2026
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