Fields of eternity

 

The pigeon lands

with a swoop

at the 

all you can eat

buffet bouquet

of the neighbours garden.

Whilst his cousins tweet

an early morning song

to the fields of eternity.

Searching for an entree.

Something to fill his

feathery belly. A snack

to be replete,

to give his wings

more energy.

 

Whilst over the green, 

the furry blur,

squirrelling away happy memories,

to use 

on a rainy day.

Tiny acorns

stored perpetually

underneath the long-forgotten tree.

Squirrelling away

those fleeting images seen,

for when the weather is more severe,

bouncing from tree to tree,

a smear in the green leaves.

Memories of summers

lost in gardens of peace.

 

The black cat prowls,

panther-like, 

predatory instinct 

still burns inside.

The worm turns 

back to his digs

for the night. 

Hedgehog 

watches

from the undergrowth,

when the moon is high

he will scuttle by,

as the foxes awaken

ready for another night,

another moonlit sky.

Shyly kept to the shadows,

slyly another meal 

they will acquire.

 

 

 

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