The Inkwell#Christmas #Dog #Walk
Cooped up inside
He tried his best to enjoy the festivities
Reality is – despite playing with all his toys
Indoors isn’t where he wanted to be
So, he persuaded his owner
To take him for a walk over the
Mossy greens of the local park where
A host of trees and twigs will be played with – on return
Sausages will be found in his bowl – Late gift from Santa Paws!
#octpowrimo
Ready to deliver their cargo
as they hurtle towards the ground
in time they’ll group together
negotiating past terracotta rooftiles
duck egg coloured limestone paving and
run offs leading to the canal
of course – where they want to be is where
posies, poppies, and purple violets
sit around the garden lawn
#poetry #birds #robin
You can’t miss this happy chappie
perched as he is on the nearest bit of wood
with his reddish hues he’s clear to see
and yet very few get close
for he guards his spot twenty four-seven
hopping and landing on the green lawn
to grab an early worm
#Promptuarium #Newmoon
It’s not like you didn’t see it coming
leaving the cats and dogs outside
on the sight of a new moon
For as the moonlight shone down
on your patch of green
something amazing indeed was seen
Dogs and cats all howling away
all through the night (and some of the day)
and even some of the local birds
were cheeping words
#MLMM
Take a look.
If you were distracted by the yellow tulips
Massed on the carpet of green
Everyone knows – you would have missed it
Look again – it’s there sitting on the
Edge of the vast expanse of water
Some might say its daft masquerading as a molehill – but
Silliness is a cheap price to pay for Solitude
Just the colour for Christmas celebrations
icy blue to match conditions outside
note – this colour also has something akin with a festive feathered friend
going about their business – landing on tree, grass roof and fence
living in a nearby nest, tending to the young uns
except – you won’t see them this celebration, maybe next.
Something to brighten up the borders
of your garden as the leaves on the trees start to
roll around in the autumn wind
the gardeners call it pink, the flower buffs call it purple
of course, while it’s still in
flower – nobody minds what shade it is – it still looks lovely by the lawn
Salford 30th April 2020
They come back every spring time
when the mercury starts to rise
taking up a home in the trees
giving passers by a surprise
Two birds sitting in their nest
wait till little uns do arrive
then mum and dad will feed them
so the little uns do thrive
And each morning when the suns up
Mum (or Dad) does hop
out of their green leaved little home
on a journey to the shops
Returning with some corn or wheat
or maybe a worm or a bug
to feed up the little birdies
in the nest all nice and snug
But like all little children
they grow up and explore
so don’t be surprised, if in morning you rise
and find the kids next door
#Coloryourworld #CYW #junglegreen
Just when you thought it was safe to go back in the garden
Up shoot the blades from that packet you bought from the DIY Store
Not like your regular grass – this lot grow an awful lot faster
Going up as high as a giraffe’s neck
Local’s wonder where you disappeared to
Encapsulated by grass as you sit on your garden chairs
A tale of two neighbourhood cats – c/o my profile on allpoetry.com
Sat on a grassy spot,
someplace by the house
two brothers sit on the outside porch
dreaming about a mouse
They’re waiting for their mum
to serve up summat for tea
and have been playing in the backyard
rolling in the grass with glee
Prowling through the green grass
as not to be seen or heard
pouncing on patches of lawn
hunting for a bird
Climbing on tables and chairs
in their fur all black and white
pondering what’s their catfood tray
thinking – what’s for tea tonight ?
The Inkwell