SIX PIED WAGTAILS
Six Pied Wagtails, fluttering along the grass
Like a clutch of Irish Catholics
Readying to go to Mass.
Five Pied Wagtails, ‘ Big Dippering’ down the fields
Flapping round the dappled cows and
By the horses heels.
Four Pied Wagtails, looking for a worm
As the bouncing of their beaks
Would make a boxer squirm.
Three Pied Wagtails, a whizzing and a whooping
As proud as smiling Barry
That would not bend to stooping
Two Pied Wagtails, snatching around the beast
As their mid-day, mid-air picnic
Becomes their wedding feast.
One Pied Wagtail, pecking furiously at the ground
Like an old and desperate spinster
Sifting the lost and found
No Pied Wagtails, fluttering along grass
Who died as dumb as donkeys
And were as wise as a horse’s ass.
© 2016 Victor Robert Farrell
"But of that day and hour no one knows, not even the angels of heaven, but only My Father. But as the days of Noah were, so also will the coming of the Son of Man be. For as in the days before the flood, they were eating and drinking, marrying and giving in marriage, until the day that Noah entered the ark, and they did not know until the flood came and took them all away. So also will the coming of the Son of Man be. Then two men will be in the field: one will be taken and the other left. Two women will be grinding at the mill: one will be taken and the other left. Watch therefore, for you do not know what hour your Lord is coming. But know this, that if the master of the house had known what hour the thief would come, he would have watched and not allowed his house to be broken into. Therefore you also be ready, for the Son of Man is coming at an hour you do not expect. (Matt 24:36-44 NSB)
My current daily prayer walk along the Trent & Mersey Canal takes me past a field of Ponies and horses, and occasional dumb donkey, where the last few warmer days of March have raised up the Midges from the steaming Ponies p…