Watching Horses
That blind Mare
left alone by the herd as usual
shakes her head to gain short respite
from the eye blinkerings of Horseflies
soon to return
head lowered she snuffles about trying to find
a dewy grass stem to coil her tongue around
she cautiously saunters in my direction
stopping a few feet away from where I am
is she able to sense my pitying presence I wonder?
...Tuesday 1st April 2025 3:55 pm
A Spiker in the works
I'm walking backwards to Christmas
across the Irish sea
I'm walking backwards to Christmas
its the only thing for me
I've tried walking sideways and walking back to front
people in the sanitorium say
Spike! why don't you go by punt?
I say no! I prefer walking backwards to Christmas
to prove I love not being whitewashed blue!
Monday 31st March 2025 12:39 pm
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