Snowdrops in winter
Mother Nature’s
heralds
Of the coming spring
When the wind is in the west,
Is the time I like the best
When the wind is in
the west,
I know I can shed my
vest
White as Lunar light
Moonshine birds fly
lonely skies
Where echoes can’t be
heard
The campaigners have won
The Hedgehog cull won’t
be done
They argued it
shouldn’t go ahead
It was just wrong they
said
Saying they were un
putdown-able
I think they are just un
pickup-able
Some people are like clouds In strange kind of way Because when they fuck off It becomes a beautiful day