The Red Squirrel

This cute and handsome fellow
Really is a sight to see
With red-brown fur, long bushy tail
Elusive he can be

With tufts of fur upon his ears
He's most active at dusk and dawn
In search of food for his winter reserve
He may sometimes visit your lawn

His habitat's pine or larch and spruce woods
Where he leaps among branches up high
His drey he builds in converted nests
If disturbed a "chuck chuck" he will cry

A native to Britain but now overtaken
By grey - don't sit back resigned
To the fact the red squirrel is a threatened species
And seriously risking decline!

The Stoat

The stoat a fearless hunter
Sleek and agile on the ground
He's quick of movement, covering miles
O'er woods and land around

A rapid bite to back of neck
Is used to kill his prey
The victim's fur then lines the nest
For young born April / May

As winter comes and snow doth fall
The stoat's appearance changes
From reddish-brown, to creamy white
His coat it's colour ranges

The tip of tail remains the same
It's black and clear to see
No longer is he known as 'stoat'
But "Ermine" now he be

Walkden View

Such peace and tranquility here to be found
And such scenic beauty is spread all around
Wild flowers and trees vibrant colours display
Young animals happily frolic at play

The rabbits they nibble the grass without sound
Whilst squirrels they forage for nuts on the ground
Young birds of all species fly high in the sky
Yet deer in the forests stay silent and shy

Caressing this beauty like arms round a child
The mountains and hills they stand proud in the wild

Seasons

Colours vibrant in their splendour
Autumn shades abound
Leaves they fall to form a carpet
Gold and rust upon the ground

Where sweet flowers once did blossom
Nuts and seeds their heads hang low
As the wind doth blow they tumble
Falling to the ground below

White and crisp the frost so cold
Soon covers both hill and dale
Glistening 'neath the moonlit sky
The ground is still and pale

From out beneath the darkened clouds
The light of spring is born
The scent of bluebells fills the air
The farmer reaps his corn

So silently the seasons change
Such beauty they behold
They come, they go, yet each doth have
A story to unfold