You try your best to explain
How you feel within
I feel your pain
I understand how you’ve been
But I can’t imagine yet again
What you mean
By living in the past reliving the pain
I wish you’d put it behind, left unseen
And going forward will reign
Like a queen
Before you go insane
It’s obscene
What you’re doing to your brain!

Her days were numbered
The poor little bird
A tussle in the tree
And off flew a hawk
The poor little bird
Plopped down on the ground
In jumped the cat
Bird in mouth
But Gently held
As I took her from him
And held her gently in my hand
Lying still and forelorn
I thought she was hurt
So I gently stroked her wings
And just by surprise
Off she flew
Safe once again
And hopefully good as new!

Off to the field with Moose
So she can run around loose
She met a little friend, a fellow terrier
And ran around together
Sniffing each other’s derrière
Cos that’s what dogs do
She had so much fun
She didn’t half run
Until it was time to go
Back on the lead I know
We trotted back home quite slow
And then back to status quo!

I’m off and away
Like the wind
I feel a ray of sunshine
Fueling my plight

Flying along like a kite
The air is fresh
The mood is right
Where everything is quiet

A beautiful night
Just the owls out hunting
Nature awakes there’s
A moonlight sky

Running briskly
I fly along
In my head there’s a song
An ear worm

Moving quickly on
Now I am gone
In to the night
As I leisurely run!

There was something in the air that night
That lent itself to magic let the stars shine bright.
While the light of ageing suns fight to be
The one that might ensnare our sight.
Midnight binds the heart to minds
As minds forge constellations
Carved slight on the evening sky.
Those lines cast in stone
By worn hands long ago,
Tempered in the crucible of time.

Before we reach those warring stars
Or trespass on a wandering Mars.
Before we waken Saturn's rings
Or question Jupiter's reason to be.
Before we knock on Neptune's door
Or wonder if Pluto is rock or more?
The Moon seems to have taken flight,
Conspicuous by its absence
It slipped out of sight
Assured of its command
The master of the night.

The evening seems to sing,
Choirs composed by currents
In obscure keys of humidity.
A lone songbird takes the lead,
Percussion provides ensemble trees.
While the very air we need to breathe
Suffocates, stifles, tries, and succeeds
To bleed the breath from laden lungs.
Throat pleads, begs, and bargains
To demi-gods and heathens,
Deities and demons,
Every creature beneath this sun.
Let this molten grip
Slip
If just for a note,
A beat,
A pause from the pressure.

Silence is a treasure
To be savoured not measured.
Sweet cadence of relief.