Coat from the wardrobe

Thick like pelt

Adopt a more serious expression

Inside, still at play,

And even dying leaves

Are beautiful to me,

Squirrels and how the dog

Rushes to catch them

Even with the silver in my beard

Still knowing the urge

To hunt

Home to the buttered skin

Warm from sleep

How a cup of tea means

I love you

And all the time

Breathing space and time.

My book Until She Sings is out now.



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