Albatross...

I wish I could be an Albatross for one more day...

20 more to slake your thirst, and like the title says, in the cruel days of February, this became more of a bother than it was worth, but the fear of success drove me on.

Fate of the World

The fate of the world

A tragedy told in blood

Who will write the tale?

Happy Lion

A dandelion

Floats by on a cloudless day

Forever so free

Dandy Lion

The dandelions

Flutter above bright flowers

And float for hours

Spider and Fly

Caught in tangled web

Poor fly struggles hopelessly

The spider frees him

Dormant

Clouds float silently

The cemetery below

Lies dormant in bloom

Swan and Petunia Garden

A peaceful garden

Swans and Petunias reside

Such quiet bliss

Swallowtail

The entire world

In a wide field of flowers

Scarlet Swallowtail

One June Day

Rain falls silently

On a beautiful June day

In search of a home

Flower

Gaze on a spring day

As hummingbirds slowly sip

Flowers’ sweet nectar

Wild and Free

The Lioness roars

The gazelle skips joyfully

Only they are free

Lying in Wait

Birds flutter above

Dry desert landscapes as they

Wait for a man’s death

Summer Time

The days are longer.
Sun slowly crosses the sky,
Begetting wild growth.

Sea and Moon

The sea gives the moon

The most beautiful mirror

To reflect beauty

Sea and Sky (5 7 7)

In a tranquil scene

Sea and sky do fierce battle

In peaceful serenity

The Geese (7 5 7)

Do you ever watch the Geese,

On cold winter days,

Who never seem to fly home?

The Geese (Part 2)

A little white cloud
Lost on a clear turquoise day
Guides a flock of geese

Maus (5 7 7 5 7)

I sometimes wonder

What does the field mouse wish for

As she scurries in her hole

No rest for a mouse

No way for a mouse to live

Frozen River

The river of life

What a sluggish pantomime

A frozen tableau

Fly Like an Eagle

Lend me your wings, bird

So I can spread them and fly

To never return

Contradictions

Ponderous on land
yet graceful under water
hippopotamus

Same time, same channel tomorrow for another 20, as the countdown continues.

Humbly yours,

Lloyd Webber