Wild Weekend

Some poems

Sunday – and the squirrels are lazing in their branches,
the sheep are congregating for morning service,
and the bears are sleeping off their sore heads.

The sloths are taking things slow, the hippos are wallowing,
the cats are curling up on the newspaper in front of the television.
The alpacas will spend the day in their fluffies.

Not everyone is taking it easy. The deer are up already
for a walk around the park. The ducks are planning a trip
across the lake. The salmon have gone wild swimming.

The snails are pottering about the garden, while the crows
scan its aisles for materials and a spot of DIY. The pigeons have split
up: some are hanging around the shopping centre,

others intend to spend the afternoon at the Test match.
The lions are having an old friend over for dinner, the camels
are baking, the spiders are browsing their webs, and the humans…

the humans are wondering where the weekend has gone
as they stave off the prospect of another beastly Monday,
questioning the natural order of things.


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5 thoughts on “Wild Weekend

  1. JosieHolford's avatar

    All’s well in the world.

    The owls are catching up on their correspondence,the raccoons are sorting the recycling. A pair of foxesare deep in the crossword, arguing over 5 down.

    The mice go to evensong and sing out of tune,the otters go over the family budget, The moles drink teaand listen to The Archers in their recliners.

    Until the humans have to face Monday, again.

    Wonderful fun stuff Brian.

  2. chouse1a's avatar

    Loved this. After an unexpectedly fine (ie boozy and unrestrained) Saturday evening towards the end of which I s

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