Thursday, 7 October 2010

Obligatory Nature Poem

A belated Happy National Poetry Day!

It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a poet in possession of a modest critical reputation must be in want of an obligatory nature poem.

Here's one a neighbour's cat helped me pen earlier.

Night Call

There's a change of shift that happens every night
When the birds knock off and the bats take flight
Supervised by Owl Foremen to ensure they're doing it right
Nature goes sonar in sound, save a few snuffles on the ground
Pipistrels squeak, all mouth and no beak
Protesting against their seven day week
As the badger parade vacuum the hedgerows of excess insects
And Mr Fox does his rounds for unprotected food and/or sex
The hedgehog fraternity practice crossing the road along with their rabbit brethren
As contrary to belief they're not in a hurry to get to heaven
Legend has it that chickens teach them
Though personally I don't believe them
The birds are waiting in the wings
Until the first cockerel cues their dawn chorus to sing
And indoors our alarm clocks begin to brrrring

© LS King 2010


Steve said...

Ha ha! Nature so human in tooth and claw...

Nota Bene said...

What a shame it wasn't better publicised...or perhaps I was walking around just oblivious...thanks for this one to make up for it!

Rol said...

That's quite lovely, Laura, and paints some wonderfully vivid pictures.

Wisewebwoman said...

Well done, some brilliant lines there!

The Poet Laura-eate said...

Thanks for your lovely comments Steve, Notabene, Rol and WWW. I cannot fault your discernment! ;-)