Clinging on

In the dark of the wood

the torch shone the way

lighting the path

casting shadows all around

from the corner of my eye

I see a dark shape hanging

I glance, its just fluff

I glance again its a thread

I shine my torch towards it

Its hanging from my hat

I swipe with my fingers

and look again

its a spider clinging on

joining me on my journey

I wish it well

and leave it on a dark branch

to find its own journey.

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Migration

Pale blue evening sky

a hit of orange and yellow

air now has a bite to it

small white clouds hang still

 

A large dark cloud in the distance

moves rapidly

on second glance it is a flock of birds

quietly moving at speed

 

they are off to the winter sun

a long journey lies ahead

the first real signs of change

winter is on its way