AWEN ONLINE ISSUE FOUR: WILDLIFE
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Butterfly
By Tracy Patrick Once I saw a rare species of butterfly : A flutter of gold and indigo, The stroke of air against skin. I could almost touch the translucent wings, Soaring on a soft breeze, It pirouetted Our of reach. These moments Are fleeting as dreams. To The Goddess Asia By Tracy Patrick Sleeping light awake. A tiger's on the mountain Out in the open Chased from his grassy cover. The den has been raided Mother, cubs shot. He senses eyes Triggers poised in ambush. Awake, Asia Save you children From the vanity Of the human race. Who will hear the last roar Of the last tiger? |
End Of The Wilderness
By DJ Tyrer He had an interesting thesis : that the wilderness was dead That it had vanished and we hadn't really noticed A few thousand years ago nearly the whole world was wild Just a few huts and scratched furrows barely noticeable A few centuries ago there was still wilderness in Europe But it was exception no longer norm but exotic Now even that is gone the jungles tamed and explored Turned into amusement parks for obese Americans Barely any corners remain untouched or unseen The whole world has been given over to the greyness of man... But then I asked : what about beneath our feet And in the cracks in the pavements and roads What about the rats and the 'roaches scuttling What about plants colonising our concrete jungle How can you say that the wilderness is truly dead When it is there waiting to burst forth yet again? Wildlife By Aeronwy Dafies There is wildlife all around, barely hidden away at all From the ants crawling through the long long grass To the spider hiding the cracks of the garden wall. The birds up above flying through the air in stately pass And the fish in the waters swimming furtively to and fro. Then there are the creatures below the ground and in the far off sea More wildlife than ever I could understand or know. And there are the creatures just like you and me... |
Butterfly Warriors
By Nick Armbrister Soft beat of wings fluttering over the landscape turning and gliding being flown by beings of light, these small soft butterflies are angelic warriors of nature. Rolling and turning in the beat of an eye on to their opponent's tail. Who their opponents are can only be guessed at but I have heard that devil insects hate the butterflies; they're beetles and wasps. If you see a black and scarlet butterfly with a circle of white on its back, a butterfly warrior on its mission of eternal battle between the forces of light and dark. The Birds By Aeronwy Dafies The birds flocking in the sky like dark clouds Ignoring the presence of man below their flight Creating a chirruping cacophony now To warn of the approach of dark night They swarm from tree to roof-top to wire and back again Like a single being moving as one to left and right There is something pure and unsullied The birds are such a glorious sight! |
