Night garden.

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By nightfall in the swaying trees,

beneath the North stars light,

Owls call across the wind;

cats eyes glint, low and crouched,

hunting the tiny unaware.

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By day, dogs bark the fences, 

  rowdy, rambunctious.

Roof dances of Blackbirds,

 strident and psyched.

Under bushes, little feet,

hop and eat, hop and eat.

Pulling determined grubs;

 pecking fallen birdseed.


The breeze, a gentle sound,

 twinned in birdsong.

Playgrounds carry laughter,

as children play for break.

Beauty in opening buds of spring,

colours of many reveal.

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Blossom spirals down in the wind,

 to fall snowlike upon the green.

Dusk air fills with scents of flowers,

a heady essence of nature.

In springs warmth washing blows,

dances and spins on pegs;

an un-aging domesticity,

handed down by motherhood.


Bulbs peek out, leaves first,

followed by bright petals.

Calling to bees and Butterflies,

continue ours lives long.


Small children study pondlife,

desperate to investigate;

Tadpoles, Newts or grubs beneath,

in the murky depths.

In the garden seasons change,

nature continues to grow unseen;

every nook and cranny is full,

as we enjoy life above ground.






About Maith an cailin

Born in the 1960s, I`m a single Mum of a young adult. I am a full-time wheelchair user, who has been single since a marriage breakdown in 2008. I live in a UK remote village, not easy with a disability but this is a honest account of a ordinary Woman with a disability.
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