For The Midnight Crew

Hedge portal t' field, his fate not yet sealed

The badger a' hunts, the grub for his gut

Headlights do glare, stun him right there

Nowhere to run, thus jump in the cut

Into the harshness, bramble and border

Scratched up his nose and tore at his under

No-one doth care, for he just a number

'Tis never a bother, to slow for my brother

Sly fox appears and darts all a' quick

Coat full of mange, he poorly n' sick

The owl it doth hoot, the bat high above us

Starve they will not; there's always the carcass

Folk drive so fast, are careless with speed

Slow down please! There not be a need!

What is the rush to get you to where?

Heaven forbid! I plead thee, show care!

Lay down your device, I pray concentrate

Don't rob their life, for the Lord God's sake!

The earth's not just for you; consider them so

We are all His children, your friend and your foe

Where be your conscience? And does HE know?

 

© 2023. Mrs WH