January 12, 2014

 

 

It’s gone. It’s dead. It is kaput.

In a careless moment it got under my foot.

I heard it crunch, it was half asleep.

But it didn’t suffer, so you mustn’t weep.

 

 

January 10, 2014

 

 

In the basin of the river

sails a very lonely swan,

who is looking for her partner,

as she doesn’t know where he’s gone.

 

He set off down the river after breakfast,

around five minutes to nine,

for an assignment near the ferry point,

and his mood, to her seemed fine.

 

He said he would return no later,

than probably half past eleven.

So by now she was getting worried,

as it was past the hour of seven.

 

The light was going from the day,

and dusk was growing nigh.

Her two cygnets now were anxious,

staying clingingly close by.

 

This has never happened before;

Could he be with the Canadian geese,

who have little sense of timing?

she wonders, as panic levels increase.

 

She looks down the river one last time,

before settling her cygnets for the night,

and finally sees her partner in the distance,

sailing towards her, by moonlight.

 

As he nears, it’s clear he’s accompanied,

by three coots they know quite well.

He’d better have a jolly good story,

otherwise she will give him hell.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

December 4, 2013

 

 

Looking out I see you,

and view you ten fold.

My optic nerve magnifies

each detail untold.

 

I see fear in your eyes,

you cannot disguise.

You think I might charge you,

and take you by surprise.

 

But I am really very gentle,

and would never harm you,

but do keep your distance,

because the bull, he is due!

 

 

 

December 3, 2013

 

 

Oh little Pipit

with fractured wing,

unable to fly, what

heartbreak you bring.

 

Sitting weakly chirping

inside your nest.

You cannot move,

though you try your best.

 

Now help is here-

your lucky day.

Your wing soon fixed,

you’ll be on your way.

 

To warmer climes,

over land and sea.

You’ll travel on,

and glide with glee.

 

Just when you thought

no help in sight,

your call was heard,

I saw your plight.

 

And now whole again,

as if brand new,

a new horizon,

can you pursue.

 

But little Pipit,

just this I ask.

‘When at your destination,

in sun you bask’,

 

‘That when the season

begins changing there,

you’ll think of me,

and take to the air.

 

It would be your choice,

you have the right,

but what joy you’d bring,

if you thought you might.

 

Return to where

a welcome awaits

with crumbs aplenty

supplied by mates.

 

Who helped you in

your time of need,

when you were unable

yourself to feed.

 

That you must go,

is nature’s way,

but I pray you do

return some day.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

November 8, 2013

 

 

A little mouse, by my door came creeping,

at dead of night, when he thought me sleeping.

But cramp had struck, and sent me leaping –

my scream of pain, sending him away weeping,

as no supper date, he would now be keeping.

 

 

September 24, 2013

 

 

There are places to put it

that are dry.

Places that won’t catch

a tomcats eye.

Places were it only will

be seen,

for whom it is meant

and will stay clean.

 

There are places to put it

if you try.

Places not too low

and not too high.

Places where there are

unwritten laws,

for feathered friends

away from feline jaws.

 

 

September 6, 2013

 

 

There are places to put it

that are dry.

Places that won’t catch

the naked eye.

Places where it only

can be seen

for whom it is meant,

and will stay clean.

 

There are places to put it

if you try.

Places not too low

and not too high.

Places where there are

unspoken laws,

for feathered friends,

away from feline jaws.

 

 

 

August 22, 2013

 

 

There’s something up

the chimney, Dad.

The dog has tried

to sniff it out.

 

He’s been going

mad all day, Dad.

I gave him

such a clout.

 

The soot has ruined

the carpet, Dad.

I had to throw

It out.

 

I raked the ashes

and cinders, Dad,

and frankly,

I found nowt.

 

The only way to

quieten the dog, Dad,

was to give him

your bottled stout!

 

There’s something up

the chimney, Dad.

Until it’s found,

I’m not about.

 

I’m off to stay

with Wilfred, Dad,

until it’s

sorted out.

 

 

 

 

 

 

July 29, 2013

 

 

He lost his life

because she was on heat.

He sensed her desire

and ran across the street.

Though the driver braked hard,

a swerve he couldn’t complete.

And the dog lay there

without a heartbeat!

 

 

June 20, 2013

 

 

Little voice so hauntingly tender

Just letting me know you are near.

Begging for seeds, if you’re lucky, and

however long it takes, you do persevere.

 

Little voice to your tune I surrender

Here is the nourishment that you demand.

I pray for the day when nerves desert you

and you accept this meal from my hand.

 

 

 

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