The Inkwell

Wild Upminster

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While the humans are sleeping

under the sodium lamps – the animals party

up and down the streets they go

playing in the peoples greens and

carefully trimmed fruit tree

They’re making a wonderous din

crashing over wheelie bins and feasting on the leftovers

all hidden from human ear by two plates of glass

when they are woken by the carnival

it’s just passed on by

Sleeping in their fox holes

or hidey holes in the trees

there’s just the litter pickers patrolling

picking up the remains of the night before

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Inkdrop is freelance writer with a passion for exploring the intersections between nature, architecture, and artistic expression. With a background in computing, and writing – his pen name harks back to when he played around with rhymes and a fountain pen. Now joined by a selection of created photos from an acquired DSLR camera He shares insights with scribblers of all backgrounds. Outside of visiting museums and exploring the latest in exhibits , he enjoys walking through the countryside in pursuit of the next rainbow.