They saw it,
they all saw it,
but no one told me.
Nobody brought ME here
and said, did they?
And it wasn't like
there was any colour to it,
but like the heat
above something hot.
the air moved in eddys.
So it was visible
when it moved
and when it took off.
Them that came
out of it were the same.
Joe reckons there's
three of them
stayed here.
You can't see them
but the birds don't like them,
they know.
So if ever you see
the birds flying away
you best look scarce.
Why are they here?
What do they want?
There must be something,
some reason.
And nobody knows
where farmer Wills
and his family went.
The cows unmilked,
parcels left outside the door,
everyone is talking.
There are strangers
and uniforms
in the village.
We gather as one
at night time,
the old men with
shotguns.
Children coralled.
Phones won't work
since this morning
and
oh no, the birds!!!
R U N ! ! !
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Author:
dusk arising (
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- Comment from author about the poem: This is a true story as imparted to me by Santa Claus and his concubine the tooth fairy. It all took place in rural Westminster three days before Theresa May was unanimously voted \\\'leader of the century\\\' and re-elected with a huge majority vote. The red arrows did a commemorative fly pass having specially left their jets at home and hitched a ride on a squadron of nearby flying pigs.
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Comments6
Now that was an interesting first read!
Go on, I had ya spooked... did you join in and run at the end?
A great tale, you certainly had me going for a minute and twelve seconds precisely... I was expecting summat else entirely but hey, not disappointed at all.... Neville
A bizarre little tale to start the week..... What kind of thing were u expecting? One minute twelve is a compliment.... most ppl give a quick read and whizz on past. Thanks for your words Neville.
Not sure what I was expecting, but am quite sure I was not expecting the ending, as is... I enjoyed it though as already mentioned... a minute and twelve seconds was obviously a rough guess, but probably not far off..... Neville
I too was disappointed not - great read which gave me a sort of Monday grin.
Bizarre isn't it.
Actually I found your comment just as appealing - always love your contributions - keep posting.
Yes i wondered if anyone would pick up on the flying porkies in that little piece too. Thanks for your fine words again.
Your comments laid out the scary scene perfectly. Thats what I feel every time I see your PM on the tele.
Oh she's scarey but useless. She actually looks like a muppet. Mind you most of our politicians are getting a lot of stick at the moment for the mess theyre making of this Brexit fiasco. I best not say what I think of Mr President though.
Personally i am hoping for a serious upset for the two leading political parties in our european elections later this week.
He's EPITOMISES gross misuse of the word PRESIDENT
Run indeed.
But to where? from what?
To Nirvana from the darkness.
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