Literary Vegan

Butterfly I peek out of a tiny hole  In my cocoon Wondering how they do it - Like they've never known This blanket of doubt  Or ugly wings. They fly, They inspire Why does it feel like I have to work Harder? I've glimpsed my colours I know they're there. For this time in the dark, I'm going to make them shine So bright they seem effortless. Perhaps that's what the others Are doing. Copyright LJ Ireton 2018

New Year's Eve I won't wait for the Midnight turn My Christmas candle still burns And the cats tuck their heads in to curl Into shapes of sleep framed by fur. This is the moment I take Into next year of noise and mistakes These halycon minutes, now made By creatures, contented and safe. I am one of them too So I pray with silent gratitude The night crowds will shout loudly soon But my candle lights up the whole room.   Copyright LJ Ireton 2017.

Hatchlings They do no wrong. They hatch, they cheep And start to look around At scattered egg shells And matching eyes, set In hatchling soft, soft, down That we replicate as fluffy toys And put their image on sale As they are killed and thrown as trash Because they were born male.  Copyright LJ Ireton 2018

Copyright LJ Ireton 2017

Watching  Watching  Sea creatures Of the deep on TV In awe of their complexity They build a community These tiny fish  Coloured with intellect Yet humanity's disconnect Puts them on plates Eating The stills of reality. Copyright LJ 2017

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         Man-made shooting stars     Bend their sparkling willow leaves      Bow before the Moon                        Copyright LJ 2017