The joy of waking
from vivid, exhausting dreams
a daytime solace
by Scooj
The joy of waking
from vivid, exhausting dreams
a daytime solace
by Scooj
Wailing for her food
far beyond irritating
already been fed
by Scooj
Ninja the cat is getting on a bit and is losing her hearing and sight. Oh my goodness the noisy protest for food. Had she had her wits about her she’d have found the food already in her bowl.
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The robins have left
and attentions turn to the
wrens in the nest box
by Scooj
A distant tock tock
floats over urban rooftops
woodpecker at work
by Scooj
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A song to myself
to every aching muscle
to each weary bone
.
by Scooj
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These summer-spring days
small compensation for the
lock down misery
.
by Scooj
Although I have to say that I am enjoying the slower pace and quiet streets. Of course the full horror of the virus is too much to bear, but I am clinging to simple pleasures.
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The perfect cuppa
is best drunk when it’s at the
right temperature.
.
by Scooj
N.B. That temperature may be different for each person, but the perfection remains the same.
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The trial begins
timid uncertain first hops
urgent need to fly.
.
by Scooj
So satisfying
shrubby branches in one end
mulch out the other
by Scooj
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It’s what my mother
would call a Grizzly Adams
a little too grey
.
by Scooj