A Treasure Sought
A pyracantha heavy with berries red,
Climbs strongly from the flower bed,
And radiates a warm cheerful sight,
Its rich fruit, a hungry bird's delight.
A massive show in blood coloured hue,
Suspended there for nature to bestrew,
Abundance found, a treasure sought,
Such juicy fare autumn's season brought.
Fine sustenance for a long winter's chill,
Our feathered friends can now feast at will,
On flesh coated seeds, with thorns to protect,
Aliment hung before them, a tasty prospect.
poem by Ernestine Northover
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