Moggy’s awoke from his slumber
a crowd of feathered foes have amassed
down on the hunt for the scattered prized gold
now settled on the winds that have passed
every bird has gathered in the car park
some dancing in th’ puddles it’s true, though
some are aware, of the moggies that are there, flying off
(what else can they do ?)
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.
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