Mick Talbot Poet I do not know?

Short Heroic Sestet - Wild Meadows

WILD MEADOWS
Wild meadows left and right, guarded
by hedgerows, each side with gates,
openings on sites regarded
macro, wildlife wonders, elate's
scientist, biologist, all.
We venture into grasses tall. 

Eyes wide open, and cameras
all to hand, notebooks recording.
A shout goes up, tarantulas!
Some idiot had been hoarding.
We, for them grateful; took them home,
a few snaps then straight on the phone. 


Spiders safe the foray still on,
back to the field, new adventure.
Grasshoppers caught our attention,
Stridulating a strange creature.
Time moves on we check our records,
nature now, too many discords!

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Cheryl Hoffman May 22, 2018 at 9:05 PM If I saw a bunch of tarantulas I'd be running away like Forrest Gump~an awesome write Mick!~Che :) Mick Talbot May 23, 2018 at 11:38 AM Many thanks, Cheryl, I think they're amazing, dangerous, still good to observe. On your shoulder, on your shoulder, look, look, ah, you missed it. In fun. Mick