Death On Beesands Ley
The sun glows on the reeds round Beesands Ley
As wild fowl congregate to preen and feed
And dabble deep to seek the thick green weed
to build up strength to cross the deep salt sea.
As winter's chill descends upon our fields
they choose to emigrate to foreign climes
to wait till England offers warmer times
and then return as winter to spring yields.
Geese swans and gadwalls choose to winter here
with mallards coots and moorhens on the lake.
While otters mink and eels submerge and wait
for pairs to build their nests, and then to fear
the predators that kill and eat the young
and leave the ley bereft of young bird song.
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