A log lay dormant on the ground,
many years it has laid there,
aged bark ripped from its flesh,
hidden beneath the dead wood,
is another very extreme world,
a dangerous world,
one which has survived in darkness,
woodlice munch on rotting bark,
a centipede struggles
in battle with a passer by
for a piece of the action,
a spider ignores them
going on its way
struggling through the dead wood,
suddenly there is a rustling sound
coming from above,
the spider stops
does not move,
the woodlice curl into a ball
protected by their hard shell,
the centipede's are very still
their battle long forgotten,
a sense of alien movement
from up above,
leaves are tossed here and there,
bits of dead wood picked at
then thrown to one side,
they wait in silence
as blackbird hops about,
listening carefully for
any signs of food.
Comments
SteveM | March 1, 2011 - 17:18
Some great lines here - 'a dangerous world,
one which has survived in darkness,'
Most enjoyable, you've set the scene really well.
Steve
seashore | March 1, 2011 - 17:23
I like the thought of this kind of underworld Jenny. Good one.
Highhat | March 1, 2011 - 17:24
Yes you are good at setting these nature scenes Jenny- loved the bit about the wonderful blackbird- I can just hear and see the scene-
;)Pia
skinner_jennifer | March 1, 2011 - 17:29
Hi Steve,
It's very kind of you to let me know that you enjoyed
this poem, thankyou for your great comment.
Jenny.
skinner_jennifer | March 1, 2011 - 17:32
Hi seashore,
yes it's a strange world that exists in our gardens,
that we don't really think about, until we come to
look carefully.
Your comments are always welcome and thankyou for
reading.
Jenny.
skinner_jennifer | March 1, 2011 - 17:35
Dear Pia,
that is a wonderful thing about nature, it cheers
you up, watching the blackbirds and gives you hours
of pleasure, they are such amusing birds.
Thankyou for reading and the beautiful comment
which is always welcome.
Jenny.