Something’s Gotta Change
Two swallows chuntering on the wire.
Five swifts screeching in the sky.
Once so many, now so few.
Remnants – for us to question why.
When insects were plentiful
They fed their hungry brood.
Now the times are tough
There’s a shortage of food.
One thing cascades into another
As we spray with insecticide,
Fill in ponds and streams.
Populations tumble while we decide.
Something has got to change
If we are to stop the rot.
Unless we want a sterile world
With a temperature far too hot.
Opher – 22.5.2020