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There is a perennial question which when do you speak and when do you keep quiet? The more retired I become the greater the tendency to let the world off on its course. Then there are times . . . 

Jun. 4, 2020

An Urban Myth

in the days of quiet nature settled
birds sang raucously wonderfully
water cleaned forests thrived the air
was clear breathable

as the days went on bird population grew
birds of prey had their work cut out
but the chief buzzard at this time was
quite stupid self-serving viscious
neglecting his husbandry job

the killing nest destruction colonising
the best of the forest left a very bad feeling
around the general bird population things got very tetchy
in this time of bird flu it only took
a single toppling event to trigger the held
history of prey and preyed to unleash
across the whole forest a mayhem of rage against
the ruling preying birds

the chief buzzard issued an order for the
the usual beating and biting used time
and again to subdue the majority of
bird families because he was focused on the holding his control
but
his reign of gross mismanagement
abuse incompetence came well and truly
home to roost not even the most venal of
his loudmouth species hating supporters could save him now

and yet . . . and yet . . . and yet . . .

Peter Clarke
1st June 2020