Girls of a Feather
In a box laid with straw Clara swayed this way and that feeling blessed at her good luck
Clattering along the bumpy country lanes in the back of the farmers old truck
She was on her way to Buttercup Farm free at last from the noisy battery pens
Fields of lush green to roam free there is no nicer place to live if you are a hen
As the days passed, she was welcomed into the coop although Clara felt a bit shy
The country was very quiet and she struggled to sleep no matter how hard she tried
After many restless nights looking at the moon Clara’s problem became clear
Poor Clara hadn’t laid a single egg and her heart became gripped in fear
The farmer had taken notice and each day shook his head at her in dismay
The other girls awkwardly looked at each other a bit unsure what to say
Each morning she was so exhausted and no egg would come out
The other girls clucked and laid wondering what the fuss was all about
Clara was so worried she rolled the other eggs into a bush hoping that nobody saw
She found an old straw hat and hid some eggs under there by the barn door
She didn’t want to get the other girls in trouble but what else could she do?
If she was the only one not laying the farmer might end up putting her in a stew
Then a terrible storm blew in hammering rain and lightning flashing angrily across the sky
Thunder boomed so loudly the chickens started to panic thinking they would surely die
Suddenly a loud crack brought a tree crashing down into the coop blocking the door
Chickens flew everywhere covered in mud unable to see panicking them even more
Instinctively Clara pecked at the wire creating a hole and calmed all the hens down
This way! she cried herding them all together and one by one guiding them around
She led them safely to the barn where they huddled in the straw pile shaken from their ordeal
Thanking her they stuck together through the night with love and warmth Clara could truly feel
Exhausted and content she finally drifted off to sleep nodding her little head
As rays of sunlight woke her, she looked down in surprise at a perfect brown speckled egg
She finally had laid her treasure, such a beautiful sight the very thing for which she had longed
All she needed was a storm, a good night’s sleep and a feeling that she belonged.
Hares My Family
I look back and remember the day we first met
Young love just in bloom our future all set
Building our first home and paintbrushes in hand
Dreams and plans it all looked grand
Then along came our little bundle of joy
Oh, so happy we didn’t mind if girl or boy
And now here we are in a bit of a mess
Nappies and noise and hardly any rest
Gone are the days of weekends carefree
We are lucky if we get time for a cup of tea
But the biggest surprise I wasn’t prepared for
Is how my love for you grew more and more
And now you have never been lovelier to me
Than when I look at our beautiful family
Our Family
At the edge of a Suffolk village is a woodland we call home
Through it a winding babbling stream tumbles and roams
Under the cover of ancient oak trees many hares play and run
Our long velvet ears flapping on our way for a day full of fun
The wild flower meadow is sweet with fragrance blowing gently on the breeze
We chase each other in the long grass under the buzzing of the bees
We stop and clean our whiskers and paws, watching for passers by
A field mouse gave us a wink today as he chased a butterfly
As the sun dips low we snuggle together to watch the stars above
For we are a family, we are blessed and we are LOVE.
Owain & Gwen
There is little to rival the wilds of the welsh mountain range they say
From its craggy heights down through the softer peaks and winding pathways
Way up in the harsh highest peaks the hardy sheep huddle and keep warm
Thunder rumbles through the darkening sky, here comes a heavy rainstorm
“Come on” yells the shepherd gathering his herd down towards the tracks
Clattering of hooves on the stones as they run ahead avoiding all the cracks
As they are halfway down a thick silvery fog hangs heavily in the air
Owain struggles to see his friend and worry soon turns to fear, as she’s not there
Clambering back up the tracks Owain can’t see and soon finds himself all alone
Pointing his ears forwards he bleats for Gwen, where up here would she roam?
As an intelligent breed with sensitive ears, he suddenly hears a faint sound
Pressing ahead he finds her nearby, with her foot stuck in a rocky mound
Through the hammering rain he nudges her foot free with tenderness and care
Rubbing each other’s noses in relief they are a loyal and affectionate pair
Happily sheltering under an oak tree the wise branches protecting overhead
This is their way of life; they are proud welsh mountain sheep born and bred.
Owl Always Love You
Love is a very powerful thing
Spellbound, giddy, safe and warm
A haven, a home, out of the storm
We send up our wishes to the stars above
But sadly not everyone finds their love
Millions of souls and hearts scatteredBut for those that find it, nothing else matters
We really are so lucky our hearts came togetherMine will beat only for you, forever and ever
Peace & Huggles
If you wander through an enchanted wood
At a magical time of the year
A heartwarming scene to discover there
Of the fox the badger and the hare
A spiritual time of warmth, love and song
They dance and sing, cuddle all night long
