Fly

It landed on a blank white page

Just as with pen he was about to engage

Watched it as it climbed the grey ladder

From bottom to top

Stopping briefly on its journey to –

Did it know where?

As it edged ever closer to the top rung

He pondered on its fate once it fell over the edge, taking flight.

Outside our coal black tabby scampered after a butterfly

What was living in this cats mind

As the multi-colours disappeared in sun rays?

Again outside swallows ducked and dived

Feeding on not so lucky moths

Nature can be cruel?

A constitutional he thought would help blow off the cobwebs

Which were trapping words leaving him in wonderment

Off he set, it wasn’t long until he found himself

Tiptoeing sideways in search of dry land! avoiding the cow-dunged path

Cows now returned to pasture following early morning milking

The beauty of nature.

(c)Poetry from The ManShed

13/09/19