BIRD BATH BLUES

To some it’s just a garden pool
Dug deeply in the ground
Topped up with so much water
Even a fish would drown

But to my wife it is a bird bath
All be it rather large
For all the birds to bathe in
And free of any charge

It is not like me to criticise
You know me far too well
For crows and herons its okay
But to small birds it is hell

They try to balance on the edge
But most of them fall in
And then its panic stations
As to the side they swim

She coaxes them with lumps of bread
They use it as a raft
Dare not even eat it
They would drown, they are not that daft

It stands there with life belts
Fixed around the rim
Don’t think the Wren is keen on it
But that’s just tough on him

Don’t take this ode too much to heart
I know you are being kind
And once the birds get used to it
I am sure that they won’t mind