Pete's Singularity

Singularity
I Can Fly
Depression
Cutty Sark
Soyuz II
Shuttle
Quasar
Video
Paths of Glory
King John's Walk
Winner
Absent Friends
Night Shift
Kiwi
Buzz Off
Camping
Southend On Sea
Lydiard
Ashdown Forest
Sunday
Tiger
South Atlantic '82
Summer Solstice
Quartz
Autumn
Winter Solstice
Christmas
Calendar Girl
Garden City
Gales Imminent
Halloween
Counting The Cost
Dearly Departed
Time To Go
All God's Children
The Spinning Gateway
Country Cousins
Thirty Days ...
The great oak tree stood silent blue,
The shimmering haze clung tight,
The grass, a lush green velvet hue,
The sky, a blazing light.

With resting arm, shuttering eyes,
I hear the growing leaves.
I sense the panting of the birds
Seeking shade in the shadowy eaves.

But now, the droning of a bee,
Impinges on my heart.
My blacked out eyes search round for him,
He stops, and then I start.

My taut stretched skin
Now crawls with fear,
I dare not move, I cannot feel,
My body can only hear.

I hear the six legs marching on,
I hear the four wings whirr,
I hear the two antenna search,
I hear the one sting burr,
I hear a shout,
I hear a slap,
I hear a muttered word,
Then I hear the silent tree.

To move is so absurd.