This looks like a deserted place

But there’s life beneath the surface

If you take another a look again

There’s a spider on a window pane

Her webs are scattered all around

And it teams with life on the ground

At night hear the squeak of mice

Beneath rotting stumps crawl woodlice

Over loose rubble a beetle scurries

To an unknown destination it hurries

The floor is reclaimed by weeds

On which a lone honey bee feeds

It’s not really deserted you see

Just take a closer look like me