Fig Tree’s New Line of Fabric (Photo credit: Quiltsalad)

A patchwork quilt is on a rail

Straddling a white-washed fence

It had been left in the yard one night

And has lain forgotten ever since

A warren has made their home beneath

Sheltered from dew and sun

A curtain from the bitter winds

Once their day is done

Strands of thread have been pulled

From the tattered torn part

To cushion gentle nests

Where young birds’ lives will start

Squirrels scamper briskly

Between horizon rails

To settle down for winder

And brave the stormy gales

Forgotten by its makers

It finds a life anew

By sheltering wild creatures

From coldness and from dew