Dear Spider, Spider overhead
Please do not drop down on my bed
Or else I will just have to shout
And maybe get the vacuum out
For there’s no room for both of us
So please don’t stall and make a fuss
But hurry off and disappear
Saving falling down to gnaw my ear
And in my mouth, please do not creep
Go Spider dear – leave me to sleep!
I saw a bird this morning with
A twig held in his beak
A twig to make a nest with and
A home for him to seek
And as I watched this little bird
I thought a short while
How complicated life is now
Not easy – quite a trial
For once upon a time we all were
The bird complete with sticks
To make our homes quite simply with
No hassle and no tricks
No red-tape, or conscription
No strain to get us stressed
Just sticks all put together to
Construct our home and nest
So does this not beg the question
Just how much we have gained
From the multitude of systems
We’ve written and maintained
Does it not make us think about
The process we’ve enrolled
To build our basic shelters that
Protect us from the cold
For surely life’s more difficult
Than it needs to be
When bird’s all seem to get on fine
Without bureaucracy!
English: A bird nest in Bangladesh (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
How know you that the dodo lived
That bird now gone from earth
That strutted fields and foreign realms
And of Mauritian birth
The bird that now is so extinct
It will not tweet anew
That walked so free in time gone by
Now disappeared from view
And yet that lesson still not learnt
As animals demise
From weaponry of human greed
Consumed before our eyes
So save this ball on that we spin
Through space and galaxies
Safeguarding all endangered lives
Protect all rare species
For let our children not grow old
To only recollect
From books the pictures of wildlife
They’ll otherwise forget
And steadfastly let creeds be drawn
Save beasts to roam so free
To walk the world for we must learn
The Dodo’s legacy
Dodo reconstruction (Raphus cucullatus) reflecting new research at Oxford University Museum of Natural History (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
I rode a silver humpback whale
Across the open sea
With songs of pure delight that rang
Out loud with great beauty
With fluke that pushed us through the waves
Propelling with such might
Whilst breaching to the highest skies
And splash of sheer delight
My humpback whale swan on and on
From pole to midline sure
Accompanied with other kin
Who joined in on the tour
On migrant trip from north to south
With me set on his back
To see the warmer ocean tides
To feed; to keep on track
Such splendour and wonder inspired
Majestically he went
The humpback whale cross ocean’s grand
And me; a maid of Kent
And all the while he sang and sung
With moans, and howls and cries
Cross waters auditorium
Repeating his reprise
To herald all from far and wide
To see; behold his power
The silver humpback whale that swam
And sung for hour on hour
A Humpback whale (Megaptera novaeangliae), a member of order Cetacea (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
Dear Mole – I can see you!
What excuse did you say
You have for the damage
As you trundle your way
Right under my lawn
Leaving lumps and mole hills
What’s your onward address?
Can I send you the bills?
Can you fix up the mess?
You have left in your wake
Oh don’t look so amazed
For it’s quite a mistake
To make such a state
Of my lawn and my grass
So clear off and scarper
For it really won’t pass
No it’s really not on
To just do what you’ve done
For it looks like the lawn
Is now covered in buns
So pack up your bags
And move on please quickly
For despite your cute looks
It’s in fact felony!
So Mole, please now listen
If you leave me in peace
I’ll forgive you this once
And not call the police.
Else mole detectives
Will catch you for sure
For trespass and damage
And for breaking the law!
In swathes of white with silver threads
And silken weave so lustrous soft
Adorning each receptive branch and twig
In ghostly apparel, so aloft
Draped by an intruder’s subtle craft
Cocooned the bird cherry avenue
Shrouded in mists of satin webs
Boughs pillaged leaving but a few
Consumed by the embracing veil
The trees of Jesus Green embrace
The metamorphosis of pupating life
The Ermine Moth transformed with grace.
Ginz&Tonic 