The Scent of the Earth
The scent of the earth after rain!
The sky outside now clear again!
Crisply and sweetly the breeze rocks,
Us neatly, discretely to and fro,
As we walk past three blessed hedgerows.
Where a mink eats a sparrow whole,
Snapped his fibrous little neck,
Stripped his feathers without doubt nor distress,
It’s splattered flesh decorates the deck,
And its chick’s chrips call below.
Tally ho! Jolly good day! We must invite the children to
play!
Oh look! Dove flaps
its lovely wings,
The meadow lights up as the birdsong begins,
The maples, oh how I love their whistles and rings.
Just there a fox cut a rabbit down dead,
Bit into its soft neck and flesh,
Ripped it apart from hindquarters to chest,
Then lay by a river for recuperation and rest,
Its canvas coloured with blood trickles of red
Musn’t grumble, instead – a country pub!
Sit down, Matilda time for some grub!
Listen to the bluebirds twitter and bleat,
Your guinea fowl cooked rare; ready to eat,
Now wipe the blood from your plate, I shan’t repeat.
And now a pitch; a low buzzing hum,
A carrion call by the roadside,
Brings to our meal a swarm of flies,
Dastardly beasts! What a dastardly surprise!
Do something, ready the gun!
Oh to this place, we must return!
For the valley’s flowers my heart doth year!
The hillside path without a single soul around,
A blessing to behold nature’s fertile ground,
Away from the filth which resides city bound.
The scent of the earth after rain!
The sky outside now clear again!
Crisply and sweetly the breeze rocks,
Us neatly, completely to and fro,
Oh what a wondering world! My only refrain.
