Tonight, in furtherance,
the star shapes are all wrong
chilly moon
Snow everywhere
conforms to my feet
ice ants nip
I steal fur from dead warriors
In the future
when this 12-year process is over
I will have no need for dreams
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Advised Intent
My father, in his elder wisdom,
told me to have 12 girlfriends
before settling down –
one from each sign of the zodiac
Cool
~ ~ ~
I can see the jets today
RAF
There's one, hugs the horizon,
then up, up, zoom
A fluffy, newborn great tit pops out of the bushes
The robin stands on his dish,
taps his foot like my granny used to,
oi, where's my breakfast!