In the old cottage garden
it´s as though the flora has run riot,
stone walls covered thick with ivy
every plant bush and shrub is overgrown.

The rusted metal and rotting wood handle
of an old garden roller is only just visible
in the long grass, in one dark corner a
wooden shed appears to have been eaten
by this un kept jungle, the door forced ajar
by the crazed growth of Russian vine.

The years of neglect have taken their toll
on this once quaint and beautiful home.

A Robin pops over the fence and perches
herself on the top of a garden *****, making
sure its safe before flying into an old metal
kettle which she has used for her nest.

The silence is broken by the four squawking
chicks she has to feed, each with their wide
open yellow beak fighting for the right
to a regurgitated worm.