Yaffle
Beady-eyed head bobber
Persistent beaky nodder
Large lawn-digging pecker
Ever watchful and waiting
Not greater nor lesser spotted
But sheen of green and crest of red
With your hoarse, chattering cry
As you take sudden umbrage
At my presence in your ground
And fly swooping to the trees
Where you call bitterly
Complaining, to your mate
Copyright Andy Fawthrop 2021
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