A new year begins, As I watch black birds feeding While I keep painting.
The sounds of the night walking down the track, listening, torch in hand, alert… the owls are calling, and badgers, hiding.
The alligator, – the self-loathing side of me – resurfaced again, to grab a take away feast: Creativity.
The owl is hungry For more outdoor adventures, Now that winter’s here…
The woods are my church The birds and bats, my choir The priest, a badger.
I’m not even sure… snoring dog in front of me, bull terrier and blue.
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– Wild soul staring back Youth burning like a fire Keep going, down the track –
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