Dance of the Barn Owls

I wrote this poem after watching a barn owl searching for prey over the common grazing, near to my home. Here is an excerpt of the poem. Dance of the Barn Owls The evening draws nigh and the stage is set, An inspired portrayal awaits us yet. The jet-black eyes search the ground, While invisible

Silver Birch

Silver Birch Snowy branches glow Against vibrant golden leaves Dancing in the breeze Sue Wood

Curlew Calling

I heard the curlew calling this morning as he flew above the moor. A wonderful sign of Spring Curlew Calling An eerie song from a distant rise, Curlew calling the song of the wild. Mysterious and haunting; music to love, A beguiling silhouette, glides above. He searches the moor for a suitable site, To build

Bees

I saw the first bee on the meadow this morning. A soothing and relaxing sound. Bees Man needs bees to live to pollinate plants and trees save them or we fade Sue Wood