Broken bluebells
Enemy lines
Poppy pastures
Nature cries
Foxes and crows
**** to survive
If this don’t happen
There young will die.
Bird of prey
Eyes something to eat
Natures menu
Death it will meet.
Animals  and poppies
Make deadly mistakes
Can warring factions
Possibly live around
The lake.
Bluebells grow
And wither away
Fox and the crow
To live another day
Bird of prey
Will wing the sun
It’s all been around
Since time begun.