Watch the spider, catching flies
Now one is caught, to its surprise
It’s desperate struggling, draws attention
The spider feels it, through the tension

See the wood pigeon, strutting about
That it’s attractive, it has no doubt
Though the coy female, spurns his advances
He still persists, trying his chances

Lots of rain, brings out the slugs
And a myriad other bugs
Dining out, without a pardon
As my love of nature begins to harden

Hope the hedgehog comes a visiting
To follow their trails, brightly glistening
Need to maintain a healthy balance
Some are too big for the blackbird’s talents

So it goes on, day after day
Each surviving, in their own way
We gardeners too, join their toil
As we make our way in this mortal coil

© peterspoetry 2017

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