A nod to Robert Frost…a very civil war.

A nod to Robert Frost…a very civil war.

The spider barely registers

The silken shiver of the web,

No fly is caught

It will pass on by,

To be ensnared

But further on,

Deeper yet, into the depth

Of the forest

Where the great wide webs

Are stretched out

Between the Silver Birch

And Ash trees.

Aspen shimmers in the sunlight

Butterflies flutter

In search of nectar,

The slow beat of a drum

Easily missed

As the Nightingales sing

The Pigeons coo.

A battle rages in the meadow,

Murdering hedgerows

Flattening Daisies.

A stray bullet whistles by

To embed itself in an English Oak

Startling a Squirrel,

Nothing stops the buzz of bees

Working for each other.

The Queen their mother

Directing strategy

From the war room

Sending out the workers

On a field trip

Every one

Counted out

And every one

Counted back in