The Dust Heap
The Wren flying East, ready to face the Beast with a chirp and cheep the enemy is vanquished history’s mountainous dust heap

The Wren flying East, ready to face the Beast with a chirp and cheep the enemy is vanquished history’s mountainous dust heap
Too busy to eat just a day for all little Mayfly just family you heartily pursue
Where have the ducks gone regular waddling visitors are seen no more I think maybe the Cat has shown them the door Will they be back quack quack to wake the dead maybe as usual just after I’ve gone to bed
Bustling, bustling busy bees, gorgeous butterflies and more there be Nature alive as we look the wonder we can see
As the wildflower rapidly grows nature is secretly whispering the magick it knows If we listen hard enough maybe, just maybe the answer to a world troubled, tough
Letting Nature run riot a chorus from deathly quiet Seeds bloom critters appear for you and I there is still room
Fighting the torrent the little fish swims with it’s heart and conviction it knows it is a battle it will win
Phew the leap has been made reaching that which eyes surveyed The odyssey complete time to enjoy the plunder followed by a well earned dozy slumber
As the Sun and Rain come out to play a Buttercup appears to heartily say “see my petals all gorgeous and yellow run around, have fun loudly bellow”
A featherweight fight beak vs beak crazy flapping wings end of round one with a ding
Life in the tank day in, day out the same a microcosm of society Generally get on fine sometimes though tempers and mood wane
Mammoth in name, mammoth in nature staying toasty with a shaggy coat these big fellas in our chronicle are much more than a small footnote
The alarm an unwanted friend bird song a trusted loving buddy as weary eyes open slowly life appears glowing and ruddy
“You beauty” seen through the window my favourite bird seen often heard Popping by to bring delight with a glance I know all is bright
Final bird song the Sun slowly falls as the moon wakes with evening calls Darkness arrives light says goodbye Friends of the Night no longer shy
The time of year where nest are made busy activity nerves are frayed Soon come to pass the little ones appear let’s pray they have happy years
The little Robin appears to transform joy from tears as melancholy bites nature does its upmost to make all bright The wonder of seeing hearing gives untold value to just being
Seals and Surfers side by side enjoying the waves the unremitting tide Neither flummoxed by their neighbour in the sea enjoying life with it’s adventure and glee
The cobweb maybe a nuisance to you and me the owner though is doing it’s bit for the planet even if we cannot see The humble Spi-der weaving this way and that For it’s busy work we should doff our hat
The historic wood with chairs, pixies and more defying nature’s common laws Evolving into something it’s not a change that should never be forgot
Running on empty fuelled by glee looking at nature what do we see Miracles and wonders to fill the heart with bliss reflecting is there much more better than this
Sitting on a perch watching the world go by thinking to itself why oh why Appearing not to have a care in the world this little fella is not one to be pushed or curled
The grove, mist, apple and pear all being watched by an eager Hare As rain comes down the mist disappears as does the fruit – The Hare says “Cheers”
The straightest of trees not a bend in sight Earth to the Moon with all it’s direct might Circumventing is not for this tree Maybe that’s a lesson for me and thee
To her forest she dedicates her existence within its boundaries all life she gives healing and assistance Whether plants or trees mammal or bird insects or other all are part of her family herd
On the leaf the Little Fly flies down the river it’s heart an insect quiver To its past it has said bye bye as it hums a beautiful lullaby
Ducks pad pad paddling squirrels dig dig digging nature all around sing sing singing
The Kingfisher and the Fish were more than most two friends whose natural nature had disappeared in a wisp of a ghost Whilst others were foes these two happily got along wing in fin all day long
Sitting by the stream for just this moment absorbed by the perfect dream Gentle birdsong woos my thoughts In life at this time nowt can be wrong
The owl within, the owl without that she is there is without a shadow of doubt What she sees, what she hears a mystery beyond our many earthbound years
Song birds in the morning an Owl at night bookends to the middle a day soaring bright
The awkward pigeon fell from tree to ground head first as if it had been downed A flap of its wings made matters much worse causing a cooing choice curse With dignity intact the pigeon shook its head and flew very very wobbly west
Chuddly the Giraffe bendy and wobbly with knees ever so knobbly The little fella only just born is pretty sure he is the most gorgeous unicorn
Glistening soothing water emotion overwhelms sight the warming balm fills our soul with joyful cosmic light Melodies from Angels peace overcomes all We are sensing nature’s wondrous healing hall
Door open ajar pace pace pace open there starts a race Without caution or caveat she is gone basking in the glorious morning sun
With a cautious creep she finds her hidey-hole looking for that which carelessly takes a stroll Her victim in sight the move is made in the blink of the eye she realises she’s been played The foe not vanquished watches from a high I swear it then waves bye bye
The dance of the Swallows what do we see within this beauty a message there may be As shapes form the ballet takes flight do they convey wisdom all will be bright
The mind-bending stretch of a gymnastic cat I’m just super jealous as I doff my inflexible hat
Branches swaying a suicide leap the Squirrel makes Without fear terror or nervous shakes
Pecking and flicking the Blackbird digs looking for morsels hidden amongst the twigs Fascinating to watch mesmerising in a way much we can learn observing nature work and play
We all like a chest his proudly displayed maybe the best of the best Perching for all to see his head held high maybe just maybe with a twinkle in his eye