What do I need
From ‘up above’?
That world is dangerous.
The evil ones strut its stage.
Their huge eyes always focussed,
Their giant beaks and claws always ready.
Below, is a fabulous world.
Anyone who has witnessed
A centipede at speed
Or the scent of broken soil
Can never yearn
For that other world.
Yet some, exposed
By the random attack
Of the spade or fork
Succumb to the light,
The heavy air,
The lure of the unknown
Yet are picked off
By man’s friend the Robin
Hypocritically
Boasting on a stump.
No, down here
We have it rich.
Each day a new delight
More earth to chew
Prizes and surprises
In the upturned soil
A mole or ant hill
The challenge of clay or chalk
Exercise for the satisfied.
And if we are cut in half
By a thrust of man
We repair ourselves
Allied with the lizard
With a severed leg.
Our life below
Is a miracle
That grander creatures
Can only dream of.
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