I have been missing for a while, occupied with other projects, but today I’m posting this photo poem in response to the disgusting netting of trees and hedges in the UK. Building developers want to stop wildlife and birds interfering with their plans. So, because it is illegal to cut down a tree with nesting birds, this is how they get round it. Sadly wildlife is frequently trapped. Cruel and disturbing is an understatement.
To quote Chris Packham, our beloved TV naturalist, ‘…it’s a shameful indictment of mismanagement and a brutal ignorance of how to look after the countryside. Sickening.”
The article ends by saying, ‘…useful management tools to guide animals away from particular areas.’ Surely everyone loves garden birds – robins, wrens, blue tits, thrushes, blackbirds and our favourite cheeky sparrows plus many more.
Everything that is netted is to be destroyed and it’s happening throughout the UK. All in the name of greed. And do not tell me they are building ‘affordable’ housing. Round here no new build is affordable. It is horrendous.
What upsets me, apart from the obvious, is the ignorance shown throughout the world regarding nature, especially trees. Without them we die, they are our lungs. Why is this not understood? There is something very sinister stalking our beautiful planet.
Please share this picture if you wish, however, those in the UK, I urge you to sign the petition to stop this awful practice: https://petition.parliament.uk/petitions/244233
Daybreak… yet I prefer sleep
Hiding in the soft shadow
Eyes shut against unwanted light
Night is a place of nothing
Cocooned by a black blanket
Shrouded under starlight
Stillness in the unknown
Remembering even less
Safe from waking dreams
Wandering silent lands
Until birds begin to sing
Sun filters through the veil
Pulling the unwilling soul
Back into cruel memory
As a voice once said,
“Dawn breaks into darkness
Forcing us to see unwanted things”
And I am slowly awakened
Awaiting the clarity
Of what the unwanted brings.
Woven by a spiral of stars
Carbon based creatures
Somewhere within the depth of cells
Dark creation dust
This story from the edge of time
Inhales us backwards
Fabric unravelled down a twist
Single pure threaded
One floating golden stitch unsewn
Drifting boundless voids
FABRIC by Debbie Freeman
Ten seconds sooner… I smile at the back of your car
That whoosh and the roar as you tore up the road
A bid to win as you slid in the gap with inches to spare
Arriving ten seconds sooner ~ and I am there.
Ten seconds later in a pile of dust and rusty parts
Blue lights announcing the phone in your hand
I slide past remembering when a wise voice said
“Better to be late in this world than early in the next.”
Dedicated to the wise words of our Dad, the best driver ever.