02-10-22 Cats and Apples

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.

29-09-22 The clock o the clock

It is 4 O’clock,
and it’s time for tea for me,
and a piece of cake.

People are stirring,
the floor boards are telling me,
and the doors agree.

Well the paint’s drying,
and the old kettle is boiling;
I’m writing my book.

It is happening,
I know it is and I’m sure,
one day I’ll be right.

The night’s drawing in,
and the lights welcome me home;
the music plays on.