Ivy grew on walls of stone
by shuttered windows
on a humble home

and up the roof
and over the side
to the garden green
where the pigeons hide

Little cat, black and white
searched them out day and night

Coo coo birdie
hold your call
winter comes
for one and all

Warm is the fur
and the feather bed
Dark are the tears
of all we dread

Shadows creep
in brush unkempt
so tidy up
the yard and fence

Take to heart
the gardener's word
and fly to the roost
if you can, little bird