Natures Clock

Wandering through country lanes under blue sky
Dappled with mares tails and wisps of white
I paused to sit upon banks of trickling snye
Suns summer rays reflected in dancing light

On lowly perch a common kingfisher sits
While upon high, soars a majestic hawk
In hedge insect hunting, cheeky blue tits
From distant trees a lonely raven's squawk

Close by yonder field lies fox in wait
Corn sways in rhythm to gentle breeze
White tailed rabbits feed while tempting fate
A sudden noise, ears up alert they freeze

From woodland copse a spotted fallow deer
And echoing sounds of woodpeckers knock
Movement returns signalling nothing to fear
Life beat, the ticking of nature's clock

Poetry by English poet David King