At one with good old Mother nature 🦋

I tingle my bare toes dangling my lanky legs over the green, grassy ledge

And just behind where I am sat I hear a sqeaking coming from that hawthorn hedge

I am mesmerised when I watch a young nestling colourful Kingfisher fail on it’s third attempt to fledge..
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Well I am at one with good old Mother nature dwelling amongst the countryside

And my mission is to count how many minute mice are habitating within that hawthorn hedge as they try to hide

But the trouble is that they are scuttling playing cat and mouse chasing each other’s tiny tails far and wide

Now I think that I have counted ten mischevious mice already but then again this number is just a rough guide...
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I love to listen to this busy, boisterous brook as it is bubbling away

On the crack of dawn I make myself a picnic and with my napsack on my back ,I follow the river along from the bay

And when the good old currant bun is shining of course I will spend the entire day