Sep 2021
And so,
as if the final
of the feline high jump,
our neighbour’s pet, piebald,
getting on in years,
sits on her side,
surveys its challenge.
Then, as if the crumpling
of ink-splodged paper,
she crouches, half
Fosbury-flops herself
up to the post, plops down
into our garden,
merrily saunters
across the rain-tickled grass.
as if the final
of the feline high jump,
our neighbour’s pet, piebald,
getting on in years,
sits on her side,
surveys its challenge.
Then, as if the crumpling
of ink-splodged paper,
she crouches, half
Fosbury-flops herself
up to the post, plops down
into our garden,
merrily saunters
across the rain-tickled grass.
Written: August 2021.
Explanation: A simple poem written in my own time for display at my local library and also (partly) for the annual Summer Reading Challenge that takes place at English libraries every year. A link to my Facebook writing page can be found on my HP home page.
Explanation: A simple poem written in my own time for display at my local library and also (partly) for the annual Summer Reading Challenge that takes place at English libraries every year. A link to my Facebook writing page can be found on my HP home page.
