Sunday tea time

.

Winding down, take five,

time out from a busy day;

cup of tea, bench, sun.

.

by Scooj

Fledgling fodder

.

A convulsing mass

of tiny caterpillars;

great peril awaits.

.

by Scooj

Clothes moths

 

Unwelcome hatch of

malevolent marauders

chomping through my clothes.

 

by Scooj

Rose chafer

 

Emerald thunder

crashing through the shrubbery

sweet sound of summer.

 

by Scooj

Fly catcher

 

Bounding through long grass

ear tips and tail mark the way

Ruben out hunting.

 

by Scooj

Catches me out every time

 

A daily hazard

on entering the greenhouse,

gossamer garotte.

 

by Scooj

Marc Almond

.

A retiring chap

I dance with my pen; others

dance to tainted love.

.

by Scooj

Ironic

 

My allotment is

looking good despite neglect,

perhaps less work works.

 

by Scooj

Harbour

 

The tidal rhythm

a familiar cycle

for old harbour boats.

 

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Swifts

 

Familiar screech

decorating whitened skies;

a British summer.

 

by Scooj