What does the dog sense
of pets once loved; sleeping now?
A midnight garden
What does the dog sense
of pets once loved; sleeping now?
A midnight garden
Five minute idea
Twenty-five minutes to write
Editing three hours
Only five hundred dead.
Is five hundred better than
Yesterday’s thousand
Birds chirp, sirens sound.
Disregarding the blue lights
They are pulling worms
Thaw arrives seeping
Sucking detritus downwards.
A little snowdrop
A midnight garden
Moonlit snow and deep shadows
Luminous eyes watch
A women keeps hens
She dyes her hair green, and mourns
The loss of her son
River statues stand
A man in waders builds them
Inexplicably
He lives in the woods
In plain sight he hides from view
So feral his skills
Overnight fallen snow
Becomes mist. Dripping persists.
Grey day advancing
Loving everything that sparkles, is glitzified and shines in a reality type of life!
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