Fickle them all

The fledgling flees the nest and flies,
The starling raps its head and dies,
The cuckoo feigns to lay the nest,
The chick thus shrieks to egg's unrest.
The magpie steals its silver loot,
The dolllar's one and two's the coot,
The Moorhen rifles through the reeds,
The bittern hides from bitter breeze.
The heron stands, upright and tall,
The swan is fickle, fickle them all.

Homeostasis

I don't feel warm,
I don't feel cold.
I just am.

Just to be is just to be,
The freezing winds,
The sunny beach.

My coat is warm,
My goosebumps prickle
But life is long
While seasons are fickle.

The worm

Immersed when it's sunny
And surfaced under weather,
The tunnels always twist and turn.

The softened segments never change
As the earthworm crawls,
Sometimes it contracts but then it sprawls. 

Fighting against a brick wall

I'm flinging my battered fist at the stubborn wall
But as the cracks grow the cement only thickens.
Turns out quantum mechanics is as tall a story
With lyrics as it is with cats.

In all honesty the wall stands firm, submurged,
As the pounding message rebounds and recoils,
And I stand, foiled once again by my own flimsy sword
Wishing I'd chosen a fence.

Three little words

Three little words,
Never too hard to say,
Or to show,
Not for me anyway.

Pictures of you

In my dreams last night, just before I rose,
At the bottom of the garden I spied a rope.
On that rope hung a row of passports,
Inside each one was a picture of you.

My all is my all

My all is all I have to give,
My all is all I have ever given.
My all is all the soul I have to spare,
My all is all I have,
The love I have to share.