Taking a break by the river lark

It runs through Abbey gardens then goes slowly past ram meadow car park.

The trees are blowing in the breeze.

Shedding leaves gently like Mother Nature’s striptease.

As the greens turn to red and brown it can’t help but please.

Jack pike lays motionless in the gentle stream.

Waiting for the fry to come within his grasp.

As he grows he will take anything his teeth can clasp.

He doesn’t appreciate the changing of the leaves.

As the summer sun slowly fades.

He slows his life, needs less food.

Sitting out the winter in a state of lethargic bliss.

If you pass the lark, stop be still and quiet, you may see jack lazing there.