Mistley Park Place

 

Mistley has a magic place

where animals live in safety

while people wander they are here

not doomed nor deemed as tasty

 

Pigs who grew too fat in flats

a cow dried up from milking

Run down battered battery hens

now freed from dingy battery pens

to kick some dust and brightly feed

on pecks of children scattered seed

 

Nearly knacker yarded stallion Shires

tower to the sky

A tiny horse with just one eye

who begs the questions How and Why

 

Miniature malicious act ?

Stabbing unlucky stumble ?

pastures here to wonder in inspiring

to the humble

 

Do Not Feed The Horses

They May Bite

means not just you they

may back bite each other as some

still scramble for food

 

Rabbit World really exists

I saw the sign that told me so

Rabbits who have overbred

may be found hutches here instead

 

until they have a better place to go

 

Groups of goats who coped with pokes

and tethers in pokey places

now claim space to sit and sun their faces

or hit and run and butt

and bother goat neighbours

 

Sheep who keep their heads

down to the ground seem sure

in knowledge of sanctuary here

where food is all around

 

ponies vent in the sweet scent

of carrot studded grass and daises

 

Gaggles of geese disturb the peace

of ducks who quietly quack in puddles

or swim on a whim over swirls

to be seen where shoals of lake fish

have just been

 

Fancy that

there's a goat in a tree

just there sitting looking at me

 

then dip their ducky bills

at bits of food that are there still

as you can imagine

foxes like to make a nightly call

 

Two owls to hoot

guinea pigs guinea fowls to boot

though this time not for kicking

 

there really are three rheas here too

something that to me seems rare to

casually discover

so stand and stare and see what moves

or Moos

 

Cockerals that hobble a woolly sheep

that wobbles

Chinese plastic turkey faces

g-g-l-l-gobble

 

Look at this

around the corner must be twenty

black and shiny some of them are

really tiny

piglets in the straw

hard to say with all this hay

it really could be really more

 

I remember

in the paper

story of how they were found

roaming wide in Essex edges

Weeks to bring them all to ground

 

Black swan sitting mutely

children smiling cutely

acting to the backdrop

of the lakeside woodland mile

 

somewhere in the holly maze

there stands a tree of untold days

a massive oak that if it spoke

and we could see

breathes volumes of our history

 

another stalk of foreign seed

is starting to impress now

California stock with spongy bark

its redwood penetrates the canopy

 

and time goes by

 

Good job the tearoom has

good things to eat with puddings

you would go to school for A

panoply replete includes cuts of

bizarrely meat

as people rest their animaled feet

and every one served up a treat

 

Measurements exist outside inside

developer's minds on business lines

instead of pastures profitable private

gardens building plots and roads and more

and less

 

Pigs appear from doors of sheds

to snuffle in the evening sunshine

we raise a glass

a mug of tea

and CHEERS! to this chance to be free

 

A fellow called Mike deserves all thanks

his family and herds of helpers

without their graft and art and craft

this modern ark would just

not be

 

come and see the eggs they've laid

inside the ancient tractor

 

 

© Mark Shepherd

www.dashpoetry.com