Growling and hissing
as four-legged friends converge;
feeding time chez moi.
by Scooj
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Tag: poem
Treasure
.
Shedding leaves of gold
a silver birch undresses
Autumnal treasure.
.
by Scooj
More than twenty four
Static in traffic
my attention is drawn to
a bush filled with birds
more sparrows than I can count
clustered in a tiny space.
Wheel of death
The spinning circle
something is ‘not responding’
frustration sets in.
by Scooj
Earth has no borders
.
The world is dying
while nationalism thrives
what does this tell us?
.
by Scooj
Walk in the rain
No more delaying
we’ll do a short one today
and rein in the walk.
by Scooj
Smells of Summer
In these dismal days
of central heating, my thoughts
turn to the summer.
by Scooj
