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Independence Day
At first they said ‘infect the herd’
but experts told us ‘that’s absurd,
you will cause deaths in the old.
What sort of shepherd risks the fold?’
So they put the cattle in the pen
only to be let out when
the time was right, or so they said,
they didn’t want their people dead.
The woolybacks baa’d and the daft cows moo’d
And farmer Boris calculate...
Friday 26th June 2020 1:52 pm
Flock #70: under the sky
he could not sing
nor
was he
a dancer
but to show his heart
he took her
out
on a sunny day
to stand
beneath the sky
a handful of paper
mere confetti
he threw
to tumble
and turn
twist
in the sun
under
the sky
~
Friday 26th April 2019 11:23 am
Flock #57: the sky won’t tell
cast adrift?
fallen behind?
the movement
of the sky
will not tell me
only …
I can watch
my head craned
back
to see
who
will regain
who
perchance
may falter
~
Thursday 11th April 2019 11:27 am
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