You know that horrid travel crate?
I really am not for it!
It’s poky and doesn’t smell too great,
I tell you, I abhor it
If I want to explore the great outdoors,
I’ll do it on my own four feet,
I’ll rummage under the helibores,
That are fragrant, smelling sweet.
So whilst my human’s occupied,
With her knitting or crochet,
I’ll steal the chance to go and hide,
I’ll quietly slip away.

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The trees along the river
Stand patiently
Silent, still sentinels
Leaning over the stream
As if to embrace its waters
And the world this morning
Is fogged with mist
With countless shades of violet
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Take me, take me away from here,
From this featureless landscape without remission.
Take me on a black, black night,
That’s starless.
Or a grey morning,
That’s overcast,
Drive me down a long, straight road,
That leads who knows where,.
Just away from this place,
Oh, drive me to the moon.
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There’s a ladder,
Leading down, down,
Into the depths,
A ladder into the abyss.
Dare I step on its rungs,
Climb down and push away?
I hesitate,
For fear of where it may lead me.
It represents to me,
Each one of my failed ambitions,
But perhaps also new beginnings,
To which I cannot yet see a conclusion.
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I stepped on to Heaven Station,
And waited for a train,
This track leads to joy and consolation,
But I may not come back again.
It is something of a chance you take,
When you take a ride,
That the journey’s one from which you may not wake,
And you may get stuck on the other side.
I would love to see my mum again,
So let’s just say that it IS a temptation,
But I think that if I take this train,
It may lead me to damnation.
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A cobbled street,
Laid with care and attention,
Each stone picked,
To match the one next to it.
Built centuries ago,
By some expert hand,
And trod by many, many feet.
Exqusite, perfect,
Straight as straight,
And leading to some indeterminate destination,
Through the trees,
A road that I wish to follow….

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Each evening I lie
And commune with the moon.
She has many secrets to impart,
And I listen.
We understand each other,
We share a bond,
We are both creatures of the night.
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If we stretch ourselves out and reach up high,
We might just catch that pesky fly
Balancing here, on our tippy toes,
WILL we swat it, do you suppose?
We’re swift and sure, we’re acrobats,
We.’re your archetypal spider cats!

The world is slick with rain.
It has sharpened the focus of everything,
And brushed this place with clarity,
And the road glistens,
Resembling a river.
I am glad to be alive.
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My vessel is small,
Just big enough for me to crouch upon.
I have a light,
My pipe,
And my birds,
And they will fish for me.
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