Skyward Paws

tired dogs rest belly up –
paws cast smouldering shade after
walking on the sun

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Passing of a Nut

I am a nut upon the ground
where broken husks lie all around.
Squirrel teeth have cracked the shells
and chewed the life from all my pals.

My crisp and shiny skin stands proud,
I will not hide within this crowd.
Soon my rodent chum will eat his fill,
but greed will make him take me still.

I’ll ride away stuffed in his cheek,
he’ll jump here and there just like a freak.
Spit out into a hole and stamped right in,
I hope to lie here deep, and totally forgotten.

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The Last Mile

wise feet know their path
through threadbare carpets –
last sip of hot tea

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Charcoal Grey

My first car was a hearse.
I expect that it will also be my last.
This continuity, strangely, is comforting.
It has shaded my soul.
Charcoal Grey is
more than a colour swatch option.
So I walk.
To show I am alive, and
to lengthen the journey
between pick up points.

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Evening Outlook

squirrels bury nuts –
long shadows cast a dark
cane for my hand

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Amoung Pines

lofty canopy
ejects emptied needles –
dim lifeless graveyard

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