Living here

 

Living here

Bats, cats, rats – they all live here!

In my house, with a mouse

And my spouse!

An owl with a snail and fowl,

A crow and doe,

A sloth with a moth!

All sorts of insects!

With a pug ,slug and ladybug!

A dog, frog and hedgehog,

Moles, voles, hares and mares!

The butterfly and dragonfly

Did not pass me by…

A squirrel with a nut -

So good for his gut.

They all live together

With their fur and feathers!

A fox and an ox

All knitted and sewn together with love,

For a baby crib to hang above.

 

Copyright Linda Lawrence

1^st September 2024

This year

 

This year

I’ve seen a few Red Admirals

And one Adonis Blue,

The Fritillaries thin on ground

The Painted Ladies too.

 

A Small Copper in my garden,

A Comma and Green Vein White.

Made a friendly moth catcher

But so far, nothing in sight.

 

From a distance a Blue Holly

But not the Blue that’s common.

This  year has been so sad

Though none have been forgotten.

 

Spotted a Small Tortoiseshell

On the top of my shed door.

Where have they all gone this year

Just want to see some more?

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Planted some wildflowers

For those pollinators,

Attracted Slugs, unwanted

Where are those pretty angels?

 

Spottled male and female Brimstones -

Marbled Whites’ beautiful  display!

The Chalk Hills were worn out.

The Skippers were betrayed.

 

Seen plenty of Gatekeepers

And some Meadow Browns,

Just want to nurture and keep her

But their meadow’s being cut down.

 

Got closer to his Majesty

But not his purple shimmer.

Hope next year is better

This year has got much grimmer

 

I’ve seen a fragile flutter

In woods, ethereal and white.

Just one type of Hairstreak

Fluttered in the sunlight.

 

The sun is hot and shining

The flowers out array

Looking for my favourite creatures

But not seen one today.

It’s coming to an end

The season is nearly over

Haven’t seen an Orange Tip this year

They’ll all be gone in October

 

Copyright Linda Lawrence 28^th August 2024

For all butterfly lovers

And my Dad

 

Slug

 Slug

You are a slimy, creepy slug

And you I cannot begin to hug!

Eaten my juicy sunflower shoots,                      

Found the perfect food path route!

You’re such a vile little thug!

 

You might not have legs

And you I’ve come to dread.

It seems you’ve got to adopt and foster

The leaves right through my Hosta’s.

Your gooey mucus that you’ve spread.

You've desecrated my daffodils

Gorged yourself and had your fill

My lupins you've devoured,

My beloved plants and flowers!

The whole garden you will kill!

 

My chillies and runner beans -

To those you were quite mean!

You slimed and ate and chewed

Before they even grew!

You really were quite keen!

You’re such a wicked invertebrate

Leaving plants in such a state!

I shouldn’t feel opposed

And must really stay composed,

Learn to love and not to hate.

 

Good for our ecology,

You do pollinate – my apology!

Unless you make a swift retreat

You’ll make a tasty succulent treat

Like a refreshing cup of tea!

 

Now in the pond you go

You’ll help something else to grow!

All you’ve done is discompose,

Full up with creatures decomposed,

Now you’re good to feed some snakes, and toads!

 

Copyright Linda Lawrence

14/04/2024

 

 

 

 

Things I love

 Things I love

The colour Green, autumn leaves, blossom trees,

Butterflies, blue skies, stir fries.

Morning cup of tea, sweet peas, swimming in the sea!

Family tree, Mountains, scenery - easily!

Charity shops, forward spring  clocks, music – that rocks!

Cats! Interesting facts! Bats!

Love to care, recliner chair and to spike my hair!

Rose wine – and dine! Being on time.

A setting sun, having fun, loving someone.

I Hoard vinyl records and play Scrabble on boards

Corrie street, warm heat, clean sheets.

Syrup sponge, a wild plunge, groups that play grunge!

Holidays, getaways, Fridays!

Feeling well, caramel, tagliatelle,

Banana split,  to knit, try to keep fit.

A good thriller, a chiller, with a killer.

Garden pretty, people witty, my kitty!

Ecology, biology, Astrology

Virgin snow, UFO’s, my wonderful son, Joe.

Good friends, the West End, my beautiful daughter, Gem.

 

Copyright Linda Lawrence

19^th January 2024

For Donna