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