Air pollution is high,
turn engine off when stationary.
A designated outstanding collection.
Relics of a rich man.
Glassy eyed foxes,
stuck in time,
a zoo of children and
Don’t look at me, stop looking at me,
look at this.
The strained mother generates interest,
forces interest, in the dead eyes
of a dodo
That’s a dodo!
Stale stench of fur.
Okapi , hidden in the depths of a
His experiments were all on inheritance of various
characters in plants,
mainly the pea.
Squished together, flattened.
Pavo cristasus, spreads it’s
native wings for always,
everlasting, and forgotten.
I’d love to be a peacock.
Where are the chickens?
Do they have any concept of life?
Discoloured husks, stuffed.
Chorus of children.
Hairs away from putrid.
North American Musquash: you Americans, in straw
houses, the inferior rodent, have voted for a beaver,
who promises logs.
Highly efficient grinding teeth.
Secretarybird, did you break the chair,
with your stern glare, your stiff legs
Otis tarda, tetra terax, little and great,
rare visitors, extinct. Disrupted
habitats. Poor air. Farmers and their
crows. The miners and their
pits. Man and his
The poor old Bustard bird.
The internal mechanisms that protect
their greatest enemies,
have not been included.
Hey. Look. Eagles!
The lonely mollusc, alone on a green paper sea,
A man wobbles and touches the glass.
All the eras, all the epochs,
eocene to now, and a man
wobbles and touches the glass,
from the beds, Bracklesham Beds,
beds of antiquity, to now,
as a man wobbles and touches the
Pushchairs sit like stuffed animals, a herd of wheels.
The parasite disturbs us.
The spindly worm.
Even behind glass.
their threat seems real,
They can still reach our intestines.
No one looks too long at the cabinet full of parasites.
some wood and
sewing, bicarbonate of
soda is required
at some point.
The lonely Golden Lancehead, most venomous snake
with no one
Status: critically endangered.
In many years man will be alone on Earth
with pictures of the blue birds and the
great spotted cats and
there’ll be nothing to remember,
but to remember
those that caused it.
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We all need some green grass.
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