picking the bones clean
what is left
are the remains
of a victim
unable to save himself
picking the bones clean
what is left
are the remains
of a victim
unable to save himself
before you realise
that death is fast approaching
time seems to slow down
and all around you
turns to darkness
here you will find peace
playful and curious
loyal and fierce
when they are together
their dominion is all-encompassing
like an arrow
formation they fly
across the channel
they call each other
to encourages the slower ones
to keep pace
till the end of the race
I’ve seen a dog
bite its own tail
and then turn around
to bark
at itself
you know his colours
their the same as your dreams
and when he appears
he’s not what he seems
in the shallow
or in the deep
are creatures that sleep
and when the line is cast
they retreat
with his big ears
and fluffy tail
when the rain stopped
he emerged from his burrow
to great the sun
the salmon ignore the Bear
they have a purpose
their are so many
only few get through
but those that do
are the ones
that birth the future
In the garden
he sits
and contemplates
a world that exists
in song
that is ours
to belong