Hazy mountain-view –

Framed by fruit trees in full leaf ~

Tiny pears still safe.

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Cat wagging its tail –

Very amused by something ~

That we cannot see.

Dada tooth fairy –

Travels very light these days ~

A silent payment.

Grasses become weeds –

Chop chop jobs for the weekend ~

The snail, caring not.

Devonian stream –

Fish choc a bloc, tail to head ~

Ack, had I a rod.

Pee in the river –

I’m quite sure no one is there ~

A heron, staring.

A Monday haircut –

Shut in, the last customer ~

Free beer a nice touch.

Taking lunch outside –

Salami curls in the sun ~

Pleasure in small things.

Deep in the dark woods my mount and I

Observing the column moving through

Silently watching as they pass by

Their engines are noisy and smoky too

My chestnut mare is sure of foot

Able to weave ‘tween trees and all

I trust her, heart, mind and gut

She’s saved me more times than I recall

Soon the column will move on past

And we can be on our way too

Alone of our troop, we are the last

Now with a message that must get through

They’re coming with their engines of death

We’ll ride and fight until our last breath.

Pittosporum scent-

There you are again ~ heady ~

Welcoming me home.

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