Same Same But

Owls never stare,

Stoats think they are ponies

And moths enjoy egg boxes.

Desiccated leaves smell of biscuits, Squirrels

hold secrets,

Earth sweats after mist.

Flies have no sense of

scale, Hinds fear flightiness

Foxes hover like god.

Slow worms are not, The

lynx feels thunder,

Bats exercise together.

Moss is a sovereign nation

Curlews wish for soup

And cake-like bites.

Worms trespass in pavilions

While millipedes trample

Train-like, everything.

I could eat a puffin But

choose not to.

They wrestle with notions.

Claggy black fly? Who

knows

Maybe them too