"He thunders sounds like a disowned Magpie,
and twist and turns and sometimes dormant to the trunk he hides,
with a flash of crimson past, he's off with angry "tchick",
Just here were Paris meets the bells of blue,
and Woodruff and Orpine await their blast.
Chuckling Warblers hiding but fidgeting their notes,
Sir Lancelot poses, and silently witnesses all,
With wind and song been battered through this stranded nest,
which spawns the life to later rest".
(1st May 2018 whilst sat in Lancelot Clark Storth)