We sit mesmerised, watching

Harriers battling in the sky

Fighting, flirting, just displaying

We know not what or why

We stand transfixed by hedgerow

Listen to tunes playing within

Blackcap, chiffchaff, wren, all hiding

Like flute and violin

We watch wind batter the salt marsh

Squabbling gulls seek the best perch

Sudden frantic gusts from nowhere

Blows them again to search