Hard times

 

By the cathedral

a man and his dog asleep;

nowhere else to go.

 

by Scooj

First World

 

Overlooked, unloved

bleeding heart of the city

where hope has no place.

 

by Scooj

Gull

 

Below the clifftops

gliding with effortless grace,

wing tips spill the air.

 

by Scooj

Leaf litter

 

On the woodland floor

fallen from the canopy

sweet caterpillar.

 

by Scooj

Kite

 

In blustery winds

empty skies become busy,

dazzling with colour.

 

by Scooj

Clean it up

 

Going for a walk?

the message is loud and clear,

clean up doggy poop.

 

by Scooj

The walk

 

Company of eight

spend time together in this

green and pleasant land.

 

by Scooj.

No way José

 

When asked for a dance

I declined and turned and fled;

hoping against hope.

 

by Scooj.

Busy

 

Mind your own business

I have a great deal to do

I need to scurry.

 

by Scooj

Coming in

 

Ever flooding tide

always lapping at my heels

longing for the ebb.

 

by Scooj