They say it kills horses and ponies

Worried farmers kill it with spray

Yet ragwort has another side

You don't hear of every day

The virtues of ragwort are few

Yet it provides pollen for bees

Its stalks are a nursery for moth grubs

On my land it grew up to my knees

I did my back in pulling it up

Saw starving bees fly off to die

Ever since then I've felt guilt...

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We are bathing in light,

resting from shadow,

lamenting through night.

home fires are burning

in coloured glass jars,

flickering bright.

An afterglow of sweet memories

breaths soft contented sighs.

Moons fluid silk shimmers beyond sky.

Peppered Moth defies instinct

seeking safe illumination,

from magnetised flight.

We...

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