I heard a’knocking on the tall oak tree but though I strained my eyes I could not see.. “a-rat-a-tat-tat” there it was again tapping in a rhythm driving me insane..

Well I stood below with it’s canopy in the sky and there I espied with my eager eye.. the busiest bird I had ever seen with his streaks of red amidst the leaves so green..Mr. Woody Woodpecker with his sharpened bill.. burrowing the bough with all his will..

So he touched his tip like a beat of a drum..and sap trickled down the trunk like bubblegum..he was pecking for a mate the amorous little thing.. one early morning in mild mid Spring..I thanked this Great spotted woodpecker for his wonderful sight.. then he turned his head and he took off in flight..

He flew like the wind betwixt the thoughts in his mind but his chimeras were illusions and his sight was blind

His head was hollowed full of castles in the air and yon pie in the sky was his favourite chair..alas he lived in a falsehood of fantasy where he could actually be what he wanted to be..

So when he truly believed he had the power to fly and where he jumped off the bridge..his body does lie...

I am listening to the rhythm of the pouring rain..as I lie in my  bed not sleeping again..but there is something soothing about the sound outside..as Mother nature opens the floodgates from far and wide..pelting down on my window pane..splatting on our rooftoop and filling the drain

I like the rain when I am lying in my bed..it masks the tinnitus in my head.. and I know that I will stay safe and dry.. as the heavens open up to let the clouds cry..so though it is heavy it doesn’t hurt me at all.. coz I am tucked up cozily behind my wall

The torrential teem gets louder than before..I can hear it stotting off the floor..I imagine the rivers running to the sea..flooding the embankments wandering free.. I bet by morning light it will be dry again.. after the elements wax and wain

Oh how her heart ached the day her daughter died.. She locked herself away from her husband and she cried and she cried..her lovely little shadow was gone from her side..fate had shut the door on happiness and left her soul horrified

Gone was the humerous laughter in the house..only the clock ticked in the hallway.. it was as quiet as a mouse.. but nobody could replace her littleone not alone her spouse..so she poured herself another drink and was a drunken *****..Well weeks went by though she thought was only days.. timelessness stood still in her darkness of dismays..and she slept as she drank when she woke up in a haze..so sunday became monday amidst a blur of yesterdays

Yet her heartbroken husband was hurting as well.. he had lost his little Lucy locket and it hit him like a bell.. piercing his personality and making him unwell.. Oh how could life be so cruel.. now his was in a living hell.. mind you he did his very best to help his unhappy wife..through the sadness at the funeral the couple shared strife.. but it wasn’t anyone’s doing that the poor lass lost her life.. a cancerous tumour had spread inwardly rife...😓

We spend our living seconds just ducking and a’diving.. and some of us do so well from our initiative of striving..one can rise to stardom
whilst earnestly contriving.. but all in all one’s main objective is our subsisting and surviving

Weaving in and out, back and forth, to and fro..one picks up pointers and learns as they go..from birth through to adulthood we digest all there is to know..and still one gains advice as they grow older and so-so
Now we all have those days when the world falls at our feet..everything runs as smooth as clockwork by just being sat in your seat..but keeping this pretence positive is never a mean feat..when negativity knocks us for six it leaves us an exhausted dead-beat!!

Even though we may fall flat..we get up again..even more determined to conquer our campaign..and the second time around we fly on the fast lane..coz we have learned from our mistakes and now have that better brain..well woe betide anyone who gets in our way..that nosey-parker who comes along and wants their say.. this is your personal project at the end of the day..and when you have won over victoriously you can thank the Lord and pray🙏

Eeh what wishy washy weather we are having just now..it is hellish altogether holy cow!!
Isn’t it typical on the end of our summer..the elements are awful..Ahh man what a ******!!

Haway Mrs. Sunshine sizzle once again and send down those rays to dry up all this rain..Everyone is fedup and feeling abit blue..but we would all get a pick-me-up if we could see you..Please Mother nature listen to my plea..sunny weather brightens everything wouldn’t you agree ?

She washes her wings with splishes and splashes as she flutters her beautiful feathery eyelashes and all the while she captivates the Elves who are totally besotted sitting on shelves

But out of them all there is one that she loves as he picks off pink petals from a patch of foxgloves.. his hair is as light as a rich, ripened corn that shines amidst a harvest on the dew, dusted dawn.. So she wriggles and giggles as her tiny cheeks blush as she shares a birdbath with a  speckled song thrush..

Oh how she woos the rest of the elves..they are drooling and dribbling all over themselves.. she is by far the prettiest of them all.. Fairy Fantasia the belle of the ball.. yet she yearns for only the heart of he.. who dotes on another more darker than she.. Perhaps one day soon betwixt happenstance their two hearts will unite with a folklore romance...