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After the storm
Squirrels danced around the great oak tree
unaware
The sighthound spied from a distance
appraising his chances

instinct took over

Squirrels danced around the great oak tree
with a grin, one eye on the hound

A whippet danced around the great oak tree
aware of the grins
of the squirrels above
wishing he could fly
All happened today before the rain came back
We lay in a field of barley
you smoothed my hair as the wind played
I told you my deepest dreams

You held them in your soft silken hands
and smiled
Then crushed them into sand

I lay in a field of barley, alone
dreaming
I ponder how long I will sit in your chair
As I lift my right hand and let it run through my hair.

Your concentration is attached to your computer screen
As I study with disdain at your office colour scheme.

I shuffle my seat and aim a smiling glare
Just a reminder that I'm still sat there

You click BUY, to late with a sigh and a yelp
Then look at me with a smile, and say how can I help

I ponder the question, do you really give a ****?
I say, thanks very much I don't think you can
Well I've walked the dog and patted the cat
Washed the dishes and hoovered the mat

Broke up the crusts a feast for the birds
Finished the crossword with all the wrong words

Screamed at the squirrels who ate all the bread
Sat on the sofa I think I'm ready for bed

Checked all my emails and texts on the phone
Now it's time to get tea ready for when the misses comes home

What a day:)
The runes landed
for the rest of my life
as she spoke
I sit in my pub snug, and I wait for my mates to arrive
For a year I've not heard or seen them, I hope their alive

The first taste of my beer is like my coming of age
Like the rest of my life as I turn a new page

I've been in isolation I've been lost and then found
On many occasions I'd thought I'd be deep underground

So, I smile at the new regulars they smile at me back
So nice to see you, as they pat my frail back

Alone I still sit, sad my mates never came
I sigh, as I supped, my life will never be the same

"Bartender" another beer to help this old man survive
As he sat and he waited for his mates to arrive
The end of lockdown, but not the end.
The sea is so tranquil
The wind does not stir
The sails lay dormant
Not even a seagulls cry
Then in the silence of the night
The moon lights a way
As the bodies float on
In the sea so tranquil
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