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This is my blog (now there is a surprise!). I will be sticking in it poetry, prose, random musings, things that take my fancy and more than likely lots of pictures of cats. I hope you find something to amuse and/or interest you here.

Saturday 10 March 2018






Feathered Friends


The sign reads “do not feed the birds”
but sitting there he sees the words
as nothing he should care about
for in his mind there is no doubt
these are not pigeons at his feet,
his friends are gathered round his seat.


The men he worked with long ago
are memories he used to know;
his family has moved away,
he gets a card on Christmas day,
the hours are long yet years are fast,
he fills his time from seasons past.


So here he is, sat in the park
casting his bread crumbs in an arc
for Ginger, Bob, and Dusty too,
for Pet and Jane and Mary-Lou;
sharing his lunch and memories
among the friends he always sees.


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