Across the rolling meadows,
Beyond the mountains blue,
Exists an ancient woodland,
Completely out of view.

Forever it had stood there,
Through sun rise and through sun down,
Hidden in a valley, and far away from any town.

The woods only inhabitants were those who should be there,
The owls the mice and insects, the rabbits kits and hare.

The dappled deer had confidence for never had they seen,
The one that they call human,
The use up death machine

The Crows and Magpies told such tales of human driven fear,
They were the ones who knew such things because they could fly out of here,

Those ‘ people ’ things liked killing,
They liked the domination,
They even killed for pleasure!
These things were just abominations.

After hearing what the world was like,
Out there beyond this wood,
They made a pact, right there and then, that leave they never would.

Happy were the wildlife, who lived in Priory Wood.
Until that misty morning,
Atop the hill a human stood..

A stark dark silhouette was he,
Against the morning sun,
The Owl who watched eternally,
with one eye wise open,

He knew the reason why he came,
This man, he had no dog,
He eyed the land up greedily,
He wanted it for crop.

This had never happened,
They’d done well to last this long,
The fact that they had lived in peace
Unmolested in their song.

The Owl had lived there...