Learning to Listen
As weathers change the birds migrate, Flocking en masse like living freight; They have decanted overseas, The notes of birdsong on the breeze. In
Birds
A Fractured Song
Beneath the rock lies liquid gold, With pressures set and bills to fold; But prospectors should be aware, Removal must be done with care.
A History of Soot Preserved in Feathers
When gliding through our old and rusty skies, You filtered out the wheezing, blackened air; A century of progress built on lies, Now captured in
The Selflessness of Magpies
A selfish streak of silver in their heart, These scavengers are thieves without a band; In altruistic goals they play no part, An archipelago with
Forbidden Dreams
You cast off with a heavy heart, A flash of bloodshot as you leap; And even though this is the start, The ocean waves call
The Sparrowhawk
At the end of my garden I see you perched quietly, Your orange belly glowing Like a slowly setting sun. A dead leaf tumbles
These Flying Beasts Are Hooked on Junk
The white storks glide across the sky, Migrating south in times gone by; But now like Burroughs in his funk, These flying beasts are hooked
Soon Their Hunger would be Freed
The great tits will work hard to find a mate, Putting their partners needs before their own, And science hoped to quantify this trait, To
Does Evolution Have its Roots in Love?
Why do we place such emphasis on love, Should we just not go forth and multiply? Instead of that person sent from above, Could we
Skies Turned Dead from Purest Blue
To soar like a bird would be a grand thing, With flights through cobalt depths and azure seas; Nothing against you but air on your