Beneath bronzed bracken fronds are formed
tracks left by frenzied creatures as
the rising sun proclaims the morn
the time for foraging now is passed
beneath drooping eyelids, bellies full
warm, grass-lined burrows gently call
for now their long night’s work is done
they again await the setting sun
Filed under nature inspired, Self compositions
Here’s how it works: Every Wednesday I post a photo (this week it’s that one above.) You respond with something CREATIVE Here are some suggestions: …
I enjoy a photo prompt so here’s mine
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Bare branches bend low
bowed by the weight of ripe fruit
bountiful Autumn
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The glow worm is a quite
small bug that goes out at night
he has a luminous bum
to invite females to come
and check out the eerie green light.
Filed under Factual, nature inspired, On the lines of romance, Self compositions
Each twisted bare branch
retains a promise of fruit
blossom falls like snow.
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On the plains of Serengeti
amazing stories may be found
where tales of life and death abound
most of which are seldom pretty
but for sure they’re always sweaty
as in the midday heat we find
predators and their prey entwined
but nothing doth instil fear more
than the sound of the lion’s roar
as it approaches from behind
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Upon the branch there sits a bird
of night, his voice so seldom heard
although it’s often said you may
hear his elusive call by day
but if this bird then does give tongue
it is the same song as the sun.
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Whilst flying high up in the sky
something of interest I did spy
so carefully looking all around
I wheeled and swooped down to the ground
imagine my surprise to see
a tasty morsel just for me
but in truth I thought it wrong to steal
what had been someone else’s meal
whose it once was I could not tell
so being hungry thought, “what the hell,
I’ve had nothing else to eat
so gobbled up the tasty treat
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We sit by the burn
and remember the old days
Spring in the Highlands
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Out in the woods I saw today
guaranteed to lighten my heart
was a sight of natural art
for on the grass I spied a jay
although quite common so they say
as on the grass he alighted
true to say I was delighted
silver blue wingtips shining bright
and chessboard flanks of black and white
with fawn and purple neck and breast
his long beak probing on it’s quest
truly a magnificent sight
Filed under nature inspired, Self compositions
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