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They appeared slowly

Like stars one by one

Vole holes

Holes from voles

Not a rat, nor mouse, nor mole

But a vole

Tracks from one hole to another

Blades of grass flattened by tiny feet

In the dead of night

In the light hours, they huddle

In dark underground tunnels

Dreaming vole dreams

Out of sight by the watchful attention

Of hawks, owls, and perturbed humans

Their doings impart a rather swiss cheese look to the lawn

I shrug

In thirty years here of fighting natures ways

I put them in the category of dandelions

Conceding defeat

For I know this equivalent of wild hamsters

Will party themselves out of existence

on the bottom of the food chain

leaving a lot of fat owls and smiling cats

Then life will go on

Leaving a multitude of empty holes

In my lawn.

He took me to the coast and walked me past

The fair, the candyfloss, the arcade games,

And then he pulled me playfully

Inside the little sea life centre.

Dilapidated and unloved

But still it teemed with screaming kids.

I let him pay, it was a first date after all.

And then we entered underwater love,

Hand in hand as we travelled deeper, deeper

Into ocean halls.

He stopped in front of jelly fish

And stared at tentacles that changed with light

From blue, to yellow, to flaming red.

They’re my favourite, he said

Never peeling eyes from fish.

I watched in fascination

And as they drifted past the glass

In long and lazy undulating circles.

I realised probably

They were my favourite too.

Aye dread getting *******

Science defines my virtue. Factual and fictional books are my domain. Don’t speak to me of pixies, fairies, and unicorns, Or of your monopoly on morality, love, faith, and shame.  I am what I am And of what I do I claim my own. I fight for my survival   Of which need not be told, judged or shown.   There is no all knowing Or an immortal god of my fate he will judge. For when my heart ceases to beat It will return from whence it came, a kind of primordial sludge.  And when I die I will not be present to lend a single care. I spent my life living Where cowards do not dare.  Do not ask me to have faith. Do not ask me to prove love. Do not ask me to define absolutes. For I know absolutely, there is no god above.  I claim we are all one human race, Merely here because of some random demise. The purpose of my existence, Is equal to other humans, including apes, birds, and flies.  Nothing of life can be proven, Nor of life I can disprove. I live by a faith in myself; I am my own god, a perfect image of myself which cannot be improved. 

I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.

I feel my fate in what I cannot fear.

I learn by going where I have to go.

We think by feeling. What is there to know?

I hear my being dance from ear to ear.

I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.

Of those so close beside me, which are you?

God bless the Ground!   I shall walk softly there,

And learn by going where I have to go.

Light takes the Tree; but who can tell us how?

The lowly worm climbs up a winding stair;

I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.

Great Nature has another thing to do

To you and me; so take the lively air,

And, lovely, learn by going where to go.

This shaking keeps me steady. I should know.

What falls away is always. And is near.

I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.

I learn by going where I have to go.

Sweet merry happy chickadee was terrified of the old racer chimpanzee 

He is not so bad threw in the bumblebee 

If you knew him well, you could easily see…  

But he has such a loud monster truck-like Humvee! 

It scares the honey nectar juice out of me! 

We watched him race at the chimpanzee Grand Prix.

My auntie Tee paid for Chickadee’s entrée fee.  

Now we are all friends – he, she, they and me. 

Of course, this includes the wild ornery bumblebee. 

We all went out last Tuesday for Orange Pekoe Tea.

Chickadee, chimpanzee, bumblebee and me!

Timbaland was an entertainment theme park at the Crucial Crew complex in Cornbrook, Manchester, England which operated from 1979 to 2008. The park was located in the heart of Manchester city centre adjacent to Harry Ramsden's.

The tour attracted over 5 million visitors, but visitor numbers were waning by the late 1990s due to some health and safety violations by staff members. 

Come nose to nose with sharks and turtles and prepare for astonishingly close views of everything from humble starfish to magical seahorses.

Discover the beautiful tropics of Stingray Bay, or the humidity in our dense Rainforest Adventure, go beneath the waves in our underwater tunnels or pop up in our bubble tanks and say hello to our clownfish!

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