This is where I choose to lie

When energy’s in short supply.

Stretched across my mama’s bed,

It’s just the place to lay my head.

A comfy duvet in which to snuggle?

Then Morpheus is not a struggle!

When knackered I’ll sleep like a log,

‘Cause I’m one needy little dog.

So please forgive the ‘jumping up’,

I’m one exhausted little pup! 

© Text / Image Caro Ness 2016

…is how it’s known

A hairpiece that is now outgrown

And has chosen to migrate,

To road, to fence, to garden gate.

It’s what’s known as ‘bang on trend’,

To find one lurking round the bend,

Beware extensions! You might find,

They have left you far behind,

And chosen for themselves instead,

A thoroughfare as their next head…

Oh, beware the Tumbleweave,

It’s likely to just up and leave,

And, when you very least expect it,

Jump out on you quite unsuspected! 

Lately I have been alarmed

To think that someone has been harmed,

Because I’ve seen with my own eyes

That Tumbleweave now multiplies!

 © Text Caro Ness 2016

© Image Clare Gassmann 

…is the lifeblood of this town.

It has brought people,

Products,

Commerce.

So we crowd our houses

Close to it,

Building up,

Higgledy-piggledy,

For lack of land, 

And look after our families

From the confines

Of a boat.

© Text Caro Ness 2016

© Photo mgrossma.deviantart.com 

I was looking for somewhere to lay my head

And I found this beautiful spot instead

A quiet nap in a flag or an iris,

Colourful, peaceful, immensely desirous!

So leave me be and let me sleep,

My dreams are of nature and they’re deep! 

© Text Caro Ness 2016

© Image. nnm.me

It’s a beautiful time,

Falling into Autumn.

When the trees turn…

Red,

Yellow,

Orange,

Burnt ochre,

Brown.

Yet sad.

Because the world rusts over,

And each leaf that descends

A drop of blood

Being shed,

As each tree

Dies a little death

For the winter.
© Text Caro Ness 2016

Image may be subject to copyright 

A squirrel, a nut,

What’s not to like?

Paradise but,

To be mine, I must strike!

 I spotted it there!

Grub on which to dine…

A nut past compare,

Let’s face it, you’re mine! 

© Text Caro Ness

© Image  Sergei Polyusho
  

How’s about a Pink Gin

At La Petite Bouchee?

What dumps you were in

Will just drift away…

So let good times begin

And fiesta hold sway,

My head’s in a spin,

But I’m A OK!

© Text 2016 Caro Ness

© Image Loz  Hudson

Flowers to make a stunning bouquet,

Fragrant and vibrant, a lovely nosegay.

Purple and lilac, peuce, pink and white,

These flowers are destined to please and delight.

© Text Caro Ness 2016 

Image: +Wonderful Nature & Wildlife

…is such a strange tree,

It has a certain symmetry.

Like a triffid, just a bit,

It looks as if someone’s uprooted it!

And rammed it upside down into the earth,

So it’s undergone a strange rebirth,

And under a fiery African sun,

It’s sci-fi horror for everyone!

 © Text Caro Ness 2016

Image: francesca1.unblog.fr

Hurry! Hurry! We must be on time,

 Being late is a serious crime!

It simply shows no thought,  respect,

No judicious use of your intellect!

Hurry! Scurry! Be on time!

Being late is such a crime! 

 © Text / Image Caro Ness 2016