.
When it rains again
we’ll forget these sunny days;
fickle memory.
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by Scooj
Tag: poem
Sunday tea time
.
Winding down, take five,
time out from a busy day;
cup of tea, bench, sun.
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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
Let’s rock Bristol
.
Young and old
gather on the Downs
in the sun
having fun
watching bands from the 80s
nostalgic day trip.
.
by Scooj
Ironic
My allotment is
looking good despite neglect,
perhaps less work works.
by Scooj
Natural adventures 