The Secret Place

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The Secret place

Deep in the forest
branches form a wigwam,
ssshhh! Nobody knows.

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The Slinky Cat

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The Slinky Cat

You sit on the window
sill statuesque behind the
closed curtain.

When the sun shines
I can see your ominous
shadow on the fabric.

When the sun goes behind
a cloud you disappear,
magically.

But I know you’re still
there watching me, to
see if I make a false move.

Then the sun again, and you
won’t let me forget you.
Like a bad penny.

Cheese and Buses

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Cheese and Buses

Count the days,
let them melt
into each other like
cheese on the grill.

Gently softening and
running over the sides
of toast and into the
black, black abyss.

And then watch
the days pass, like
noisy buses on
the busy main road.

Reliable,
sometimes empty
driving on regardless
of weather or purpose.

Coffee at three

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Coffee at Three

A quiet moment on a walk
to sit, sup coffee and
take in the view. The landscape
stretching out to one side of us like
a misty old painting.

Leaves rustle in the breeze
and distant traffic hums. All around,
brown dead leaves and
broken twigs, the beginnings
of autumn, we sit to write.

The coffee refreshing us
both physically and intellectually.
The wind starts to pick up and I wonder
if it will it be uphill or downhill
from here?