Dudds

That wind is whistlin' through the cracks.
The letterbox's banging,
'Rattatatat' ..

When it happens late at night
l sometimes feel a little fright.

To look outside an' see the leaves,
All stripped off from the hugest trees.

The bins fall over, strewn around.
Pensioners just can't be found.

And so, the funniest thing to see,
that tiny birds are flying free.

They must be trooly acrobats.
To get from A to B, and back ..

Cop out

Do not adjust your set

Saved a life

What's that black mess lying in a heap Is it what l think it is, a dying, little bee? Wings tight-shut lying flat against its back Wonder if l helped...
3 likes