Monday, 20 April 2015

Peeping Mongolian Mongeese feathers.

(not) left over

Not a peep!

Nor a sausage.

Not a tail feather of a Mongolian mongoose!

It matters not; we labour for love not accolade.

Still, a nod or a wink would be nice.

Maybe everyone is on holiday.

In April?

I would be, I intended to lay out beside the sea.

Why didn’t you?

It started raining.

It didn’t stop you last time.

Remind me; wasn’t that when the salt flats flooded and we almost didn’t get off the sands?

Oh yes, it was.

I was freezing.


Maybe next week.

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