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Addiction

Loving a lady With so much intent Sharing her spirit Knowing, how well meant She is and will always be Loving her soul Flying together In what is a role Searching forever. 🍄🍁🦉🐞🐝🐇 The besom the day Believing and achieving … Continue reading

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My chicken mates

Getting to appreciate 🐓🐓 As a child we had 12 souls to feed Rhode Island Reds Sparky &caring They often pecked me Their beaks often tearing My little legs but I loved them so much My parents would eat them … Continue reading

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Great Crested Newts

Triturus Cristatus Or the Great Crested Newt Amazingly rare In it’s black and gold suit A most rare amphibian Protected by A wild life license And is often why Delays tend to happen in planning For they Cannot be moved … Continue reading

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Animals show their love

The pure love of animals ❤️ youtube.com/shorts/5RfVZb7… via @YouTube Eating them no thank you Wearing them again No thank you Imagining their pain They have love to give us If we reciprocate Watch them here rewarding Us because it’s really … Continue reading

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Shooting and killing birds

It’s no pastime or sport It’s all done without thought It’s a man thing this killing It’s apparently The thing to do A shot gun or two Seeing birds swirling down Is good on the eye Their death and destruction … Continue reading

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Seasonal workers

The cycle of life Not death Dear friend Leave the leaves be The creatures ascend And pull into the earth the Fermenting food Which makes it more friable And then let it exude Organic angelic composting Green Leave it to … Continue reading

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Miliband eyewash

Hares Deers and Foxes Mean nothing alas Solar and windmills A sterile morass Kill off the countryside Replace it at will With what causes blackouts And each energy bill Going Through the roof

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Poor Horse

Tortured torn and broken It’s body racked with scars Wounded by the heavy cart It was pulling Seeing stars Feeling grief and sorry For the enslavement every day Obviously sore and suffering For very little pay Life had become a … Continue reading

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“Magic”

A Kaleidoscopic Bunny As pretty as can be From the many coloured forest Where I would love to be A fortunate agenda White rabbits everywhere Just one Queen of multi colour Who does positively share Her magical sensitivity And wondrous … Continue reading

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Foxes and badgers

Foxes and Badgers Matter to me The so called hunts And Btb Two beautiful animals Wandering free Hunted and murdered both mercilessly Cowardly abductors Chasing with hounds Torturing horses Doing the rounds Trail hunting liars And badgers who now Are … Continue reading

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Our innocence

No chicken coop massacre never by me 4innocence grabs u A fact all can see I live in the wild Where such innocence be In the earth I regain A meekness so mild The hunters their evil Created that child … Continue reading

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Udder supping

She never knew her daddy Her mummy let her go The folk who own my mother Told me this& so They wouldn’t let me drink her milk The slaughterhouse 4me My mother raped And already lame The vegan tribes now … Continue reading

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Hunting illegally

Hunting in gardens others of course Hounds tearing about A big show of force Clip pity clops all over the place The hunters are trail hunting What a disgrace Arrogant mobsters That’s what they are They ride down the lanes … Continue reading

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Down on all fours

Got down on all fours Stretch up to her tap It’s hairy It’s airy I let my tongue wrap Around and I suck And milk percolates Lumpy and smooth At alarming rates

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Scum of the earth

Scum of the earth Not really worth Even a tiny bit of planet earth Hunters they say After their prey Any old day A killing way Scum of the earth Without any worth

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Snowdonia

A marvellous National Park Breathtaking views we see Lakes and mountains Forests a huge vivacity Valleys, Crystal waterfalls Wondrous sights to see Wildness is apparent Wherever you be Feral goats and mountain sheep Are dotted here and there Able to … Continue reading

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A wild vixen

She was in the wildflower meadow Sparkling eyes had she Seeing her was wonderful She stood there so quietly A consequence of spirit A capability In amongst the yellow flowers Her source of energy Well-balanced 2the picture Regularity of form

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Bala

North wales boasts the town of Bala An amazing lake we see Surrounded by steep mountains Feeding the river Dee A glacial lake so beautiful Apparently we hear A monster lives deep in its depths Called Teggie and it’s clear … Continue reading

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Strangers

In silence we find contemplation And a degree of concentration Be elevated to higher places Where strangers live with different faces Softly walk where wild souls might Have traversed in the dead of night

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The Birds

Who truly confirms their amusement Is shooting Birds out of the sky With lead shot, heartless who Have nothing better to do With their leisure Than create a mayhem Their clueless, its true Relying on flying And dying A bardic … Continue reading

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So young and yet so far off the path of empathy for animals

How amazingly sick A young child can be Clearly his parents taught him Tragically Put him on a path to kill to cause pain To the wildest of creatures How their death helps him gain Some future kudos As This … Continue reading

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Animals feel wild animals were created for them to trap and kill

Hunters believe That creation has made Them living targets A selective parade Of wild family members Ready to be Broken and abused Their complete family tree Desecrated by hunting louts

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Encouraging children to kill animals

Children trained in killing wildlife Often go on to be Hoodlums and destructive louts It’s not a certainty But aggression and hot tempers Seemingly surface and It’s best to love the animals And just try to understand

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A wintery breakfast

Patience is a gift For donkeys who adore The wait for sharing breakfast And it’s always raw Maybe mixed with flowering herbs With our saliva, we Taste the softness and the sweetness It’s the place to be At Follys where … Continue reading

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Bio solids

The recent farmers stresses Made worse by Labour who Messed around with their inheritance tax And received a response which is true Farmers got so worked up They threatened to stop the use Of what is known as bio solids … Continue reading

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Fox chat and Richard Bowler

Out on the snow the wind bites my ears I am lucky with Richard Who loves me, my fears Minimised really unlike the wild breed Who are still being hunted It’s not guaranteed Despite labours promises The hunts carry on … Continue reading

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Lancelot

Lancelot the knighted one Our fluffy coated troubadour Gentle his ability Lightly on this world he traversed Softly walking sensationally Genuine and happy fellow Able to bring joy to bare Everybody loves Dear Lancelot A gregarious soul whose always fair.

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Snow melt magic

Spectral starlit snowy droplets A hint of sunlit soul And the snow began its transformation Took on a watery role A wintry resplendence For wild souls near and far To come together resiliently And wonder where they are

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To consciously adapt to Winter

Creative participation The godly creatures of the wild Living in the outside places Where the wind and water chases Snow and ice and darkness falling The Wintry it is their calling Some hibernate Some migrate adaptation Brumanation Diapause And even … Continue reading

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Poor cow

A warm hearted mother A once friendly cow She’s the smile in the farmyard But now ask me how After rape after kidnap And all else besides She’s off to be slaughtered For her flesh and her hides

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