Butterflies flutter by
In Magnolia melancholy
On gossamer wings
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
The rich fed grouse thrive on the moor
The golden hare lives on the valley floor
In the meadow you’ll find rabbits there
While the fox sits patiently in his lair
The dark lake at midnight reflected back
Her
own image, she knew this to be her
Bu
why was she at the lake at midnight
Why
did she not know how she got there?
And
why was she naked one the lake shore
A
cool breeze blew off the quiet water
It
played gently with her auburn curls
Caressing
her velvet skin, arousing her
She
felt her nipples erect then shivered
But
not from the cold, she felt a passion
Welling
up within her, a heat she had
Not
felt before and may never feel again
Was
everything as it appeared to seem
Or
was it in fact just a vivid dream
A reed moves
Under
a bird’s meagre weight
The
reed disturbs the calm water
Ripples
echo outwards
Across
the lake
Flat
calm on a balmy eve
Each
ripple expands out
And
with each inch it grows
It
stretches and diminishes
Until
it is no more
Until
another bird settles
On
another reeds stem
I want to live
Where
you can see stars
In
the night sky
And
it actually gets dark at night
I
want to live
Where
the riverbanks
Are
grass and reed
And
the dominant colour is green
I
want to live
Where
the animals
Outnumber
cars
And
I know all my neighbours by name
I
want to live
An
idyllic country life
In
a village or on a farm
In
a chocolate box paradise
The snow geese
In
a massive flock
Take
flight in unison
Filling
the whole sky
Like
clouds of white smoke
Billowing
up from unseen fires
Rippling
across the sky
As
far as the eye can see
Almost
blocking out the sun
So
begins the migration
The mist cascaded down the hillside Like a maiden’s hair Tumbling onto her shoulders The bare branches of the birch trees Pierced ...