A bat's flight

High up in the sky you soar,

catching moths, and bugs,

And more.

You twist, you turn,

You never cease

The moths tonight,

won't get much peace!

Upon my box,

Your clicks and squeaks

I have listened to

For many weeks.

I look upon your flight with awe

Your agile flits

I am glad I saw!

You loop, you bank,

You catch your prey,

Please come back,

Another day!

For I love to watch and listen,

When batty wings,

In twilight glisten

I turn off my bat box,

Store it tight.

For tomorrow is another night.

No Fishing!

The day is bright,

The sun is high,

I wander along, when.........

What's that I spy.

A heron! Sitting bold and fine,

Upon a bright No Fishing sign!

Hey you, I cry,

And give a sigh!

Can't you read,

You naughty bird,

But he takes no heed,

Ignores my plead!

For fish beneath,

The bird has seen,

Down it dives,

Grabs one clean!

Back upon it's sign it climbs,

fish in bill,

It eats it's fill!

Once more it stands and stares,

The fish they shimmer,

They swim and shoal.

And down goes heron,

And catches his goal.

The monster

The air is hot and still.

There is a feeling that something is coming!

The hairs on my neck stand,

Static charge fills the air.

Clouds build, like towering mountains.

They reach into the sky,

Brooding and dark,

Blocking the sun's warmth.

The rain begins!

Light at first, then heavier.

Fat, heavy drops bounce.

The roads run like rivers.

The lightening tears the sky apart.

Purple, jagged, beautiful.

Thunder rolls, echoing and rumbling.

Nearer and nearer the storm comes.

Flashing and crashing in unison.

Wind rises.

Nature is showing her fury.

Trees bend,

The day becomes night.

Senses are bombarded

Light and sound

The air itself crackles,

With a life of it's own

The world is changed, wild!

After what seems an eternity,

Rain begins to lighten,

The storm begins to die.

The raging lion tames,

The clouds evaporate,

Just the distant rumble remains.

The sun peeps out,

Fearful that the clouds may choke it's rays once more.

But it is safe to shine.

The monster has gone!

Slugs and Snails!!

The weather is warm,

The garden is green

I go and I look.

Slugs! Snails!

You are oh so mean!

My seeds I have tended,

Planted out with much care

I see with horror..............

I stop and I stare!

The leaves are a mess!

Holes you did munch!

You've eaten tomatoes,

For breakfast and lunch!!

My beans for tea,

They were grown,

But you've eaten them,

Crawled over then,

Leaves you have mown!!

But over there,

On the wall I do spy,

A hungry Blackbird.

Come, into the garden, please fly!

For those slugs and that snail

For your meal you will nail!

And maybe my plants

Will be safe and not fail.