Foxhole Cave, High Wheeldon
The lair of the fox was dark, depe and hidden from view of man,
But his smell was sniffed by the dog rounding the sheep
Who crashed through the undergrowth and fell into the darka dn gloomy cave
the shepherd heard its cries and found his dog
Fortunately the fox had exited by another route
Its lairs once home
To prehistoric man and bear
Owl
Peace and tranquillity
Lots of mice and good around the scavenge
Places to rest and hide
To gldie through the air in the countryside
A special place for owls
Places to drink from
A home in the tree
already there
PTERODOVETYL
The ptreodovetyl sailed on silent wings ovwe the shallow seas in which the chrome and parkhosue reefs were forming. It scanned the waves for darting fish and ccasionally dived, gannet-like, for its prey before rising like a scaly venues to wander the waves once more, a prehistoric albatross
SPECULATION ON CARDBOARD
speculation on cardboard, tea coffee or arsenic to go with valerian infused honey, the artists create eclectic selections of ancient carnivores
fed by copious imaginations and Sheen sunshine. coming together recall an older world
RIVER BOGGART
Under the water,
Under the tree-roots,
Where the river runs clean over the gravel
Rushing round rocks,
Flooding over the Stepping Stones,
A hole in the bank
Holds secrets, hoards bones trawled from winter fields.
And in the shadows
Knitting, knotting those bones into cloaks,
A memory of an older world is sitting
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