Her eyes glance across the room
That look of loving no other has
The hair tossed as she turns to face me
She crosses and uncrosses her legs in  anticipation
I go to stand up and she is upon me
Her tongue wet and on my face
Ok Ok I'll get your lead and take you walkies

Walkie’s in the rain!
It’s a cold wet morning today
But we’ve got to go out anyway
As the cold bites my finger tips
And the rain comes down in heavy drips
It’s profusely raining
And the large puddles just aren’t draining
And as we walk we’re getting wetter
Wishing the weather was a little better
Around the block
Beating the clock
Homeward bound
Feeling half drowned
And back to bed
All snuggled up to rest my head!

as i stared into darkest glimpse of the highland tower,
i feel a slight glint of an eye staring at me in the dark,
i ran as fast as i can but the eye kept following me,
managed to hide in a room and it was long gone,
it was bound to earth with no where to go,
its raining and i cant go home,
soaked in a revolting water smells from the ceiling,
i point my camera with heavy breathing,
not knowing what come after me,
i close my eyes and pray for the lord,
as the hour gone by i was trapped in a corner and cant escape the fear,
what is real fear i asked my self,
i kept asking the same question over and over in hopes  of a clear way,
i kept shouting random names in hope to find my friend,
we got separated between levels of the tower,
" Khai! where are you" i shouted,
for some reason our walkies don't work,
it just static over a creepy sound,
i walked 50 minutes  to a destination and feel tired,
i passed out in middle of dark hallway and  took a  nap,
i keep having this visions where eyes laid on my sleeping body,
but then again who  am i  to judged this feeling,
my skepticism is high on this one,
i refused to believed it but it kept appearing in my eyes,
the next day we finally escaped at the highland tower,
it was truly frightening experience with just the two of us
we pray after the exit and beg forgiveness to the spirits,
in hopes they wont follow us back.

Show me your gods
All fur, purr and bark
Feather, skin, scale.
Those demi beings
that mark your heart
and steal your soul.
Those scraps of love
That make hard days whole
mornings bearable and nights
A little less lonely, predictable
or indeed a little less cold
The bed hoggers, extra joggers
The shoe chewers, the foremen
the cuties, the mute beggers
Soulful singers, paper bringers
Howlers, growlers,meowers
Chirpy talkers, hissers,
water blissers,
Princes  waiting to be kissed
sloppy drooly kissers,
the sandpaper lickers
The back leg kickers
those who make biscuits
those who sleep,
like loaves of bread
Tail waggers, live in baggers
Perch dancers, walkies prancers
**** machines, Catnip dreamers
Redlight baskers

Show me your gods..
be they small, large, short, tall
Slim, plump, grim lumps
Portly, courtly, royalty
or  hot  fluffly messes

Bring them out to parade
with these god's
a home is made
and in these days dark and dreary
We need these gods
for when we become weary
Of the world we've made
We need
somewhere to lay our hearts
some thing that has a unlimited
grab bag of fresh starts.

These gods
everyday the give you a bit of
extra heart extra hope
A reason to hang on
to laugh to cry, to talk to sigh

So show to me;
your gods
and say a prayer
and thank the lord
he made them with care.

ditched the idea of a shipping container
going to get me several big tents
one for me to live in
the others to rent on
LandBnB.

I'll have to nail them down in East London
things go walkies around here.

Footnote.
I toyed with the idea of getting some Yurts
but somehow the word yurts hurts