Two innocent fawns
break cover in the lane, sweet
and vulnerable.
by Scooj
Two innocent fawns
break cover in the lane, sweet
and vulnerable.
by Scooj
It’s the Cornish air
grandma used to say, that’s why
I sleep like a log.
by Scooj
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It isn’t easy
sifting through another’s life;
once loved, discarded.
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by Scooj
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Swallows hug the turf
darting with great precision
past rails and fences.
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by Scooj
Serenely you gaze
across the floating harbour
when you catch my eye.
by Scooj
Photograph taken with a compact zoom from the other side of the floating harbour. Street art by Banksy.
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When it rains again
we’ll forget these sunny days;
fickle memory.
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by Scooj
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Winding down, take five,
time out from a busy day;
cup of tea, bench, sun.
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by Scooj
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A convulsing mass
of tiny caterpillars;
great peril awaits.
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by Scooj
Unwelcome hatch of
malevolent marauders
chomping through my clothes.
by Scooj
Emerald thunder
crashing through the shrubbery
sweet sound of summer.
by Scooj