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| Two Shy Moorhens - A poem for children | |
| By Josie | ||||||
| 11 February 2007 | ||||||
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This poem has been inspired by the sight of two little moorhens who have taken to coming into our garden from the lake in the grounds behind our hedge during the cold winter weather. They strut round in a stately way, which inspired me to give them names a bit higher than mere names without a title. I used the word "pert" as meaning "sprightly" or "lively". The quickness of departure brought the word to mind. Does anyone think it is incorrect? "Moorhens are about 13 inches (33 cm) long with the sexes just about indistinguishable. They are in the same family as coots, and their nervous behaviour has led them to being called 'Skitty Coots' in some areas. The are not 'moor' birds, the name being a corruption of 'merehen'." Miss Mary and Sir Thomas are two moorhens pert and sweet, Strutting round my garden for something good to eat. Said Miss Mary to Sir Thomas “There’s some bird seed over there – I think there could be just enough to feed a little pair.” Said Sir Thomas to Miss Mary: “Although our lake is frozen hard – Eating in this garden means we must surely keep on guard. I’ve often heard it said by some that humans can be cruel – And to put our faith in humans, would make us look like fools.” “Are you sure you’re not mistaken?” said his pretty little wife. “The ducks come every summer and they lead a happy life!” “Have you heard of duck l’orange then?” was her husband’s short retort? “A duck who trusts their kindness, finds its life cut rather short.” These words were uttered quickly whilst they grabbed the seed and ran, For they thought they should stay hidden from the sight of greedy man. Back through the small hedge tunnel, and off towards their lake – “Our frozen lake’s preferable to being a meal upon their plate!”
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