You have five minutes
I look out at the trees
Gently swaying, the linnets
Dancing on the breeze
The bees busy themselves
Amongst the flowers
The slimy toad delves
Keeping cool under the bowers
The painterly clouds jeer
Across a sapphire sky
All these will be here
Long after I die
The knock comes upon my door
And a voice opines It’s time
Outside to the approaching war
I must go to pay for my crime
©️Adrian Wilson 2025