In Ainslie Wood In Ainslie Wood the bluebells flower an ephemeral carpet, an azure shower, and then they’re gone they disappear to delight again the following year In Ainslie Wood the squirrels chase each other and they leap with grace, if you get too close their nerve fails they climb and churr and twitch their tails In Ainslie Wood in Spring, the place is humming the nuthatch calling, the woodpecker drumming The jays and parakeets make raucous din But for volume the parakeets always win In Ainslie Wood dog walkers roam along sunny paths so close to home, a running fox is sometimes seen, where’s he going, or where’s he been? In Ainslie Wood at dead of night you venture in, might get a fright, but likely if you dare to prowl you’ll only hear a hooting owl! Or maybe if it isn’t that you might even sense a bat! It’s Ancient Woodland, a little jewel surrounded by houses and a school, set yourself a little goal to find some time, to enjoy a stroll ..