In The Library

I guess I’ve always felt

That little bit better

When I’m in amongst

Those words and letters

Safe in my own

Little fantasy world

Where my peace and quiet

Is undisturbed


The Window Seat

There’s
people,
people,
everywhere

Dashing
around
without
a care

Or,
at least,
that’s how
it looks

When I
glance up
from behind
my books

(Originally Posted 08.01.2020)

New Beginnings

Early this morning

Whilst stood on the street

The plumpest wee robin

Landed at my feet

It looked like she’d managed

To escape her cage

And that she was ready

To face winter’s rage


Unfathomable Cruelty

Only I
know why
the caged
bird sings

It’s because
some bastard
clipped it’s
wings

Yet as the
tears rise
and the
anger stings

The bird
knows it’s
just one of
those things

(Originally Posted 22.11.2019)

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