A pheasant burst from the bushes Screeching its colourful cry Fingernails on blackboard boards Ungainly skip to the sky Pheasants are birds for certain But must have been at the back of the queue When flying skills were meted out Panicked bobbing, gait askew Yet they must have been at the front For their feathers … Continue reading Pheasant
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The winds of change
It creeps up without notice soft and stealthy on the breezeA growing sense of discomforta burgeoning uneaseYou wonder how you got here doing nothing but the sameStaying still won’t stave its coming when you’re playing the long game It announces its arrival like a big slap in the faceKnocking you lopsided when all was poise … Continue reading The winds of change
The Silent Sparrow
The house sparrows felt at home in the noise and din of another day Chirping, chirruping, chattering, tweeting all they had to say Banter was their birth-right, they made their presence known Quarrel by name and nature, seeds of gossip daily sewn But one young sparrow merely listened, to the chatter of all the rest … Continue reading The Silent Sparrow
The Day We Moved the Tank
The day we moved the hot water tank Marked the start of the week that we all stank The one that nearly broke the bank On the day we moved the hot water tank The taps ran dry but we were knee high In that watery stuff as my tears did gush, adding to the … Continue reading The Day We Moved the Tank
What if?
The feeling is subliminal Pervasive in the minimal Worming in Squirming in to the spaces we can’t see it all A broken record sings its song But it’s played its tune for far too long Crying wolf Crying wolf The mangled tune plays on and on Conscripted to the ranks of this invisible war Platitudes … Continue reading What if?
The Wilding of the Shrew
Living outside the box was hard for the shrew to do She’d stayed safe in her corner of leaves so long it was all the world she knew She hadn’t ventured far from home, to forage or explore All she needed was within easy reach, so why should she long for more? Yet the Wind … Continue reading The Wilding of the Shrew
Pothole Man
Sometimes he digs a holeSometimes he fills it inSometimes he mends the cracks that creep unseen til the road caves inIike any well versed fixer you don’t notice he’s been there but the ground feels a little less bumpy beneath his maintenance and careSome say he isn’t real if you can’t see him at his … Continue reading Pothole Man
Wedding Buffet
It’s a buffet to the buffet now the party’s in full swing the DJ made the call and the crowd went rushing in elbows digging sidewards in a rush towards the ribs a bun fight by the sandwich tray in an effort to call dibs granny’s off her rocker but no one’s got the time … Continue reading Wedding Buffet
Target Practice
For some reason I found it entertaining to read this week's offering out loud in the voice of an aristocratic Sergeant Major, perhaps with a surname like Ramsbottom de Pippington, or something equally grand sounding. It's not obligatory, but it is fun. The pigeon had a complex, one could argue rightly so His coos disdained … Continue reading Target Practice
Stung
I’ve often felt that wasps, have been misunderstood If the Universe created them, they must embody good So I made myself a promise, to never flinch again When a wasp buzzes by, look in its eye, slowly count to ten For days and weeks this little trick, worked magic like a charm As they flew … Continue reading Stung
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