Of Gruffalo's, Puffin's and Cuckoo's

You phone and tell me
that the cuckoo has been heard
and perhaps we could go
on a puffin hunt
and I find myself singing
in best gruffalo voice
that we're going on
a Puffin Hunt.

The sun is hot and
the ground sears our feet
but we're singing
and Merlin stops
at the watering holes
and splashes my legs
with long cool speckles
and this is wonder
"we're going on a Puffin Hunt"

We nod and smile
at other intrepids
and I can pirouette on the pinnacle
we're on a puffin hunt
and listening for the cuckoo
we see and hear the sound
of swifts travelled far from Africa

and the lightness that I feel
lifts the heaviness of times
and wiles of thought and worries

We're going on a Puffin Hunt
In beautiful Gruffalo style.



Poetry by Elle The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2016-05-07 at 20:02

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Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
What fun! It sounds like a wonderful time (nicely written, too).
2016-05-08


one trick pony The PoetBay support member heart!
There is no better time to go on a puffin hunt, the times are heavy and the wiles are piling up.

~ Brava, a smile is born ~
2016-05-07


Chaucer Whethers The PoetBay support member heart!
What great fun, this has the audience Huffin' and Puffin' with appreciation of the hunt.x
2016-05-07