'Feel the dark side Luke'

Two trees in Tamworth, NSW who love Star Wars

Effortful malingering is all this broken soul is capable of.
He is a shadow, a little tissue paper man with empty spaces all through him.
He wonders: who is the keeper of the birds who sends a thousand pecking spears after me;
every day.

a fishing we will go

We're sailing blue
And whistling tunes,
Upon our lips
We float and dip,
The tide is high
Oh me oh my
A fishing we will go

To catch the catch!
Oh what a fish!
I feel it now
I pull and lift,
From the water
a great old Groper
A fishing we will go

And here a school
of silver herring
by and by they slip
and steering
down and up and
side to side
A fishing we will go

Look by the rocks
on sandy floor,
The flat-head waits
for our sweet bait,
And with a snatch
he grabs our line
A fishing we will go

Under sea
beneath the waves
Lurking lowly
in his cave
Lobster hides
his bead black eyes
A fishing we will go

Sleightly hidden
with white sand
A monster with a
gammy hand
Squid! He's
sucking off our bait!
A fishing we will go

And when the dark
has come at last
And sky's gold
twighlight has been cast
And all the fish
come out to feast
A fishing we will go

Until a time
our stomachs' cry
"Cook up these fish
in battered fry
and serve them hot
with beer and fries"
A fishing we will go

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Pet Therapy

a short story I have written about depression, love, cats and dogs.

Click on Pet Therapy in the links box --->

Moody Blue

Who now is he with long a face,
Lurking, stooping around my place,
A Goldilocks, he steals my chair,
And to look at my bed, I know he's been there.

I knew him once but now he's gone,
My angel replaced this blue forlorn,
I will remember him, from time to time
But no longer does he pull the line
that kept me low, and to the ground,
My angels hold me now he's gone.

Mint Leaves

Brewing in a cup
Mint leaves swirl in the hot currents
Falling like snow flakes