Skylarks are missing
Their eyesight fantastic
They swoop over grasses
through bushes they do
The insects are tiny
its truthfully so
So many are missing
In the afternoon glow
As I sit sipping herbals
And catch the bold flight paths
Intrinsic passages
Sky borne content
Slipping the slip stream
Seeing all seeing
Swallowing critters
Each tiny being
Rex Tyler is a Poet, Campaigner, former owner of an organic shop of 30 years, and Public Speaker living in Berkhamsted, UK.