under the apple tree. ——— 1st time I’ve stopped here in some time And like clockwork Bob is here. First a friendly squeak, And then she goes aloft to sing For a sweet moment. Does that make her A he? ——- I’m growing tired of apples, But never, Of the tree. ——- The sticky budContinueContinue reading “An autumn evening…”
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The Battle of Ravensbourne Brook
Beside my end of the allotments runs Ravensbourne Brook. I was taken aback when I got here tonight to see a silent dog fight in the sky between a crow and a heron. I fancy the heron was after eggs for his tea, the crows are amazing, they marked him constantly, and the heronContinueContinue reading “The Battle of Ravensbourne Brook”
A month of stormy Sundays
The third weekend of “Wet Play” in a row. A challenge for someone “in his prime”, who is imprisoned at a desk through the week. The short days mostly passing by unseen, or unnoticed, Outside the office window. I pour all my soul into dreams of things to come, Not minding whether they doContinueContinue reading “A month of stormy Sundays”
Sleeping with my mother’s mouse.
Mother didn’t see the mouse because of her cataracts Until he grew quite big. There is, of course, only ever one mouse. Tonight mother spotted him. He ran into my bed room, And under the bed. I sat quietly on the bed as mother was in the bathroom. The mouse ran out, into the hall,ContinueContinue reading “Sleeping with my mother’s mouse.”
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