Running With Wolves. Nothing ached this morning So I ran up the stairs On all fours . .
FurryPurry. An unexpected meeting With the nicest of cats In a quiet garden. .
keep the homefires burning. that elusive tang of woodsmoke, drifting, as you hurry home on a cold winter’s night .
Trail. I have some chunky new leather boots With thick heavy tread soles. They leave the most amazing tracks When I walk through the mud. . .
Blackbird. On our walks We pass a dead blackbird. He has changed over the days To a mere outline of himself. . .
Well Earned Rest. . It’s nice To eventually Slow down And know That all your jobs are completed. . .
Good Morning. . . Waking up on a May morning To see bright squares of sunshine Decorating the creamy folds Of long bedroom curtains. . .
Chilled. . , It’s all those Little things. The beer The popcorn And the recently recorded film, That add up to complete pleasure. . .
Music. . . Today was grand, I seemed to be Accompanied By continual birdsong. . .
Worth Every Penny. . It’s nice when The window cleaner’s been And everything outside Is suddenly brighter. . .
