In captivity Panda’s suffer
Great
indignity
They’re
sexual failures
On
display for all to see
In captivity Panda’s suffer
Great
indignity
They’re
sexual failures
On
display for all to see
It’s my favourite time
A special time
A magical time
A time for romancing lovers
For shared enjoyment
Or solitary reflection
A time to drink in the vistas
Along with the cocktails
Awe inspiring displays
Whether over the open sea
Or beyond high distant mountains
Over prairie or savannah
Or painting barren desert
Or colouring the icy tundra
Illuminating a city landscape
Whether it’s across the river
Or behind the gas works
It’s a magical time
A special time
It’s my favourite time
When the sun sets
The distant mountains
Pale
in the mist
Reach
up to the sky like children
Waiting
to be kissed
As
the sun comes slowly into view
It
turns the vast sky blue
Birds
awaken bright as the day
As
if to chase the night away
At
dusk we walk slowly by the shoreline
The
waves lapping at the sand break gently
While
children play among the craggy rock pools
Or
happily skimming stones on the sea
Dogs
chase balls as we stand to consider,
The
tide is it in, or out, no matter
The
setting sun lights up the western sky
Illuminating
stray clouds with gold strands
Then
surrounding them with bright bursting rays
This
sunburst silhouettes the beachcombers
Then
blinds us all as it hits the wet sand
As
quickly as it burst on us it was gone
Until
we are blinded by the next one
Before
the horizon swallows the sun
When in the North America forests
On holiday
Carry with you a whistle
And a can of pepper spray
Because you might meet a bear
A small bear eats mainly fruit
And the occasional squirrel
And can be easily scared away
With a sharp blast on your whistle
That’s how to deal with a small bear
A large bear won’t be frightened away
By a blast of your whistle
But a squirt of your pepper spray
Will do the trick not a lot just a little
That’s how to deal with a large bear
You can check if bears are in the area
By examining their droppings
If it smells of fruit
And contains squirrel fur
Then it was deposited by a small bear
However, if the more dangerous large bear
Left its deposit along the way
It will probably contain a whistle
And it will smell of pepper spray
Like a ribbon of pure white silk
The
road crossed the dale
Frost
coated the window pains
While
the moonlight bathed the vale
Under
the star filled winter sky
Icicles
are illuminated by moonlight
The
stark beauty of the landscape
They appear morning
Noon
and night
They
swell and grow
Rise
and fall
And
dissolve and shrink
They
are sometimes thick
Sometimes
thin
They
are sometimes dense
Sometimes
transparent
They
move fast and slow
They
cross treetops and fields
Lakes
and seas
Homes
and factories
Deserts
and swamps
Tropical
rainforests
And
arctic tundra’s
They
are beautiful and familiar
Strange
and dramatic
They
are myriad in form and shape
A
face, a mountain, a fish
They
are brown and gray
Steel
blue and black
Yellow
and gold
Lilac
and pink
But
mostly clouds are white
The mist cascaded down the hillside Like a maiden’s hair Tumbling onto her shoulders The bare branches of the birch trees Pierced ...