Signs of Life

 
Under the bridge, hedgerow discovered,  
a zebra with her ageing stripes, crossing  
the road, unnoticed, forgotten signs with  
narrow roads too cosy for two. Curtsy and bow,  
practiced till turning green, giving way to  
the empty road.  
 
Toad crossing beware upon mud splattered  
sign, conjuring up mythical creatures, beasts  
of the forest, witches brew. Cottages full or  
empty, family or holiday guest, awaiting lazy  
cat, stretches and stares indignantly, and you  
are? do you have food?  
    
Eggs for sale, on display  to help yourself if  
honesty prevails, leave payment, box provided.  
Flowers and shrubs colourful on bordering tarmac,  
tired grey, ready to attack in slow advance  
formation, no weeding out here.  
    
A sign at last, about dogs and ducks, faded,  
converted, lonesome dove nesting home to
roost and raise a family or holiday retreat.  
    
Fields returning with yellow seed, twisting  
dirt roads, single file, no more signs,just  
wild life.  
Perfect