Treasure Island

Marilyn Shepperson

(4th September 1949 / Hounslow. Middx)

Late Autumn


Migratory birds from colder climes
Arrive to rest over in the wetlands
Before flying on their breeding grounds
Nuts and fruit fall from the trees
To be gathered by animals, who store what they can
Others will eat all they can find
To fatten themselves up for hibernation
It gets dark early and the sun rises late
Creatures that will stay out, put on a white coat
Stags bellow and clash in the rut
Guarding the hinds in their harems
Yet it's all really just perparation
For the re-start of life in the Spring

Submitted: Tuesday, October 03, 2006
Edited: Monday, October 03, 2011
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