Yonder flies the solitary bat
Entwining with darkened wings
Like a twilight Prince in the night sky
This little creature flies away home
To hide from the advancing morning light
Forever blind to the madness of man
Yonder the little mouse is peaking out
Twitching its nose at the wide outside
Then to venture across the grass
Searching to find a scrap of food
To grab up and run back into safety
Away from the envious eyes of man
Yonder a jackdaw perches up high
Hidden within the branches of the Oak
Watching like a sentry that is looking out
Waiting to spy what it comes to desire
Then swooping down to capture its prey
Flying away once more from the terror of man
Yonder the small child plays with joy
Seeing the pleasure that belongs to his world
Delight is showing at the wonders all around
Running through the buttercups and dandelions
Soon he will have to leave this all behind
His innocense taken away when he becomes a man
Mar 29, 2010
Mar 29, 2010 at 11:11 PM UTC
Yonder flies the solitary bat
Entwining with darkened wings
Like a twilight Prince in the night sky
This little creature flies away home
To hide from the advancing morning light
Forever blind to the madness of man
Yonder the little mouse is peaking out
Twitching its nose at the wide outside
Then to venture across the grass
Searching to find a scrap of food
To grab up and run back into safety
Away from the envious eyes of man
Yonder a jackdaw perches up high
Hidden within the branches of the Oak
Watching like a sentry that is looking out
Waiting to spy what it comes to desire
Then swooping down to capture its prey
Flying away once more from the terror of man
Yonder the small child plays with joy
Seeing the pleasure that belongs to his world
Delight is showing at the wonders all around
Running through the buttercups and dandelions
Soon he will have to leave this all behind
His innocense taken away when he becomes a man
copyright Chris Smith 2010
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