Category Archives: Butterflies

It takes a tiny Robin to tell us the mistakes we are making with the environment

Does it take a mere Robin to tell us today That the total shit in the course of the spray Is killing all life nothing left to eat All the bugs and the slugs and like mugs Now they cheat … Continue reading

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Butterfly faeries

A butterfly faery A beautiful soul One of the special ones She’s there to console The old and the lonely And of course the poor With Her wonderful powers Who could,  want for more

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Save our wild birds

Wild birds suffer The degradation Taking out hedges Across the Nation Blackbirds and others Their salvation Are ancient greenery Splendid scenery

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A fox in Spring when the little birds sing

It’s an earth Where residing has always been A cavernous haunt In the bowels of each scene In the Spring as the leaves swiftly do Unfold& the blossoms create The true sense of old That’s when us Foxes Enjoy Spring’s … Continue reading

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Wild life corridors

Corridors of wild flowers Glyphosate no more The filth is in our urine In our bodies yes we store All these dangerous herbicides That kill off wild life too Let’s go back to wilding It’s the only thing to do

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Butterflies flutter by

Propelled with magical impulses Fairies we proclaim Every miniature heart out there Worthy of the game Of flying into spell land Virtue and honour lifted A state of grace Of blessedness Their freedom how it’s gifted

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