The InkwellUnusual for the runt of the litter to be top of the pile
Not used to being top of the tree
Destiny wasn’t really set out for this dog, but
Expect a surprise, for while you write him off this
Right little talented animal is
Doing his thing in front of the tv judges – and
Of course – there’s one of them who’s looking for “That special act”
Got to agree – every dog, has it’s day
Cast that whitelight through the prism
and let the colours scatter, we’ll be
reeling and a rocking , jumping and a jiving
under the rainbow of coloured lights till morning
maybe we’ll meet some one special –
bopping to the beat – its quite an
atmosphere
I watched in sight as the winds did play
And leaves 🍁 of all kinds did dance away
Round in a reel down Salford’s streets
creating patterns for a treat
And as the leaves did turn and move
They made up a pattern in a musical groove
As pigeons and squirrels played in leaves for a while
Diving around in the masses of leaves that made piles.
Fence
For years, a defining line for who owns what
each individual tending their side of it
never forgetting of course to
converse with the neighbours next door
everybody keeping their patch of green tidy
Perhaps you would call it perfection
As you would know – its flawless
Reaction to seeing it – amazement
Adulation from all – its what the ladies want
Going to find it of course – takes time – as explorers go
Over land and sea to locate it
Never mind the costs their backers spend to fund them
