Sunday, November 25, 2007

Three cats

winter


Rows of v's stood whorled and naked,

Baubles of dew hung on the wires above them like high street fairy lights,

Two village bells rang seconds apart - one rich and brassy and the other bright silver,

A toad croaked in imitation of a distant revving moped,

On the air a smell of liquorice, tobacco and woodsmoke,

Three cats listened to a winter morning.

poskie

ban

baby

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