The Caterpillar
Softly, slowly, bit by bit you move,
There were leaves, but only a stump remains!
You were there but now are not.
Dragonfly
I can see through your wings,
A fine tracing of rigid lines, random patterns
Of art abstract - might you a fairy be?
The Kingfisher
A splash of colours in the sun,
Head turned skywards, is there something
I missed? A rainbow fish perhaps!
A Flock of Buffaloes
They march into the warm horizon,
Men and animals, to green pastures so sweet,
Perhaps they will bring news of YOU?
A Purple Heron
Spread out your wings and fly away,
Into rising sun, great bird, to places I know not.
Bring back hope & joy to when you nest.
