On the first day of December we thought we would share a little woodland poem with you! We are also offering free delivery for all of your Christmas orders from our website.
The wren is in the nesting box
The owl is in her tree
The rabbit is in his library reading poetry.
The moon is slowly rising
The cold is taking hold
The rabbit drinks a cup of tea
Poured from a pot of gold.
The fox creeps through the undergrowth
Thinking of his dinner
The rabbit is eating biscuits as poor old fox grows thinner!
The owl glides from her branch on wings as soft as shrouds
The diamonds on her feathers
Reflecting in the clouds.
The wren lays wrapped in wrennish dreams
Whatever they might be
of Christmas time
of little owls
of being 5 foot 3!
By Small
