I ... entered the poem of life, whose purpose is ... simply to witness the beauties of the world, to discover the many forms that love can take. (Barabara Blackman in 'Glass After Glass')

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1 December 2010

In dripping rain: November 2010

Three young magpies strut
with high heads
in their fine feathers.


al fresco dining
heavy rain
my birthday party


six Indian mynahs
huddle squawking on my rail
in dripping rain


Busy, can’t recall
that coffee
I only just drank!


Our bed is noisy.
I hear snuggled cats purring
and hubby’s deep snores.


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