Wednesday, 18 February 2015

Out-foxed!

The windows frost up in the dark,
The car has all but lost its spark
But with the heating on full blast
We slowly make it home at last.

With minus temperatures most days
We desire a hibernation phase.
While animals sleep both deep and long
Have we humans got it wrong?

We belong to a “superior race”
Where weather conditions have no place
In our regimented “work hard” lives
Snow blizzards notwithstanding, guys!

We leave for work when it's pitch black
With ice, not leaves, on railway track
In fog and sleet, progress is slow
But travelling hopefully, we go.

While squirrel, fox and woodland owl
Stay snug and safe when sharp winds howl
They observe behind their whiskered faces
Mad humans going through their paces!

(c) Poet in the woods 2015


1 comment:

  1. Another lovely poem. It seems we are out of step with the seasons and the natural rhythm of life!

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