The Bees’ Scented Secrets
The bees effervescently Secreted sweet scents. They smelt smelly feet Then went wherever The sweetest smells went. They neglected the less Sweet smells, Seeded the
Wildlife
A Synthetic Thread
The gossamer of human life Sways gently in a passing breeze. A whisper on a callous knife – The gossamer of human life. You take
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
Where the Wild Things Are
The sky lit up with careless ease, We left you as we fled the scene. A distant whisper in the trees, The sky lit up
Do Not Go into Artificial Light
Do not go into artificial light, Our lamps can bring an end to fragile life; Fly, fly away into the shrouded night. Your passion
Some Unfortunate Boars
There once were some pigs north of Java, Whose warts needed a balaclava. Whilst a new study found, That their numbers were down; Endangered without
Going North for the Winter
I feel the powder beneath my feet; A sickening howl to the south, But I know that I am safe And so I dance with joy.
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
No longer all at sea
The seabirds help our coasts to live and breathe, Perched delicately across the food web. But watching as they fly and gently wreathe, Their numbers