"Wilbur"

I wrote the poem about "Wilbur" on a exceptionally windy night of
3rd Oct 2011 when at about 2130hrs whilst driving on the A6070 past
Deerslet on my way back home to Burton.  It was blowing a gale,
and by the headlights of the car I could see spent sycamore leaves
 were being blown across the road and all over the place and the bent
up leaf with its stalk reminded me of a mouse (if not mice).

Lots of Little Wilburs

A once ad a maiss cowd “Wilbur”

Wilbur, is that thee? tha daft beggar,

Why did ti run out in front tu car,

A cud have killed tha, tha nus.

Hay Ek!, tha's a cute little beggar,

Luckin up to mi wi that smile,

Eh an now thas givin meh a wink!

Well, well, have sin it all now.

Tha tails wagging like it might drop off.

Now finish crossin rood Wilbur,

Afore tha gets run ooer.

A lucked in mirror, Oh no!

Of all the places,

A cars gunna tek me!

It ran straight over Wilbur,

Hi never stood a chance,

He was flattened…… eh

What a shame…

Winds strong tonight tha nus,

Its blewing owd sycamore leaves all oer rood

And stalks are stickin up like

Lots of little Wilburs….