It rained in the night,
one would have thought
that, in addition to the
hosing down of the area
where I mixed concrete,
the residue of cement
would have been washed
away?

Not so, at 7 am I discovered
what appeared, a dead ver
de terre.

I dipped it in fresh water,
not easy to wash a worm,
but, my efforts were duly
rewarded.

Back on the Irish misted
grass, the previously stiff
stick of spaghetti began to
move.

Enough to alert the hen
blackbird with young in
the next hedge row.

Away it went wiggling
with delight, perhaps
with a slight tinge of
Portland ™.

Nothing better to toughen
up a baby bird.