At another time,
and place, I began to write,
now I live to write.
Vision of a cat,
that’s poised and about to pounce,
but it’s just a bag.
My biscuit went ‘plop’,
into my mug of hot tea,
and it simply sank.
Driving down the road,
there’s a tree full of apples:
he stops and picks them
It’s been a long day,
but taking time out’s okay,
with some family time.
