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CLARA Chapter 6 A Lesson About Sniffing

Clara is having a wonderful time experiencing all those things she has never done before and seeing things she has never seen before and learning...learning can be fun...

CLARA Chapter 5 Singing With Sparrows

Clara loves the sound of the birds singing in the trees. Wouldn't it be wonderful if we could all sing with such beauty, even little pigs?
Cherry

Miracle of the Birds

The beginning of a lifetime of disbelief.

The Saddest of Lines

This is the saddest of lines This is the saddest of lines. I saw you, sad and lonely. I saw you. Standing there in front of me. Could you see me. I am I am courage I am vulnerable

'a canny help it ..'

Another season March's on ..

Leaving London

They are burning good books for warmth. Eating cats and dogs for tea. Chewing, laughing, and screaming. I can see them in my street.

At the Wildlife Park

now he’s fed some old cow no one wants – he who was used to the finest from African Plains.

A fitting place to steal ..

Somebody's got to deal with them ..

TRAIN FLIGHT (Book 4): Furry Friends

There's a monster at school... and it's not the head master.

When March makes up her mind

When March makes up her mind to burst into the spring; bright blooms, from seeds, unwind and all the birds unfold their wings to embrace the broad blue skies and the sun that seems so shy
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March

Oh, march; why are you so coy? Why not open yourself to joy? The passion of green fire blazing. The Springtime can be so amazing. Oh, march; why are you so shy?

Haiku (For St Patrick's Day)

Emerald Shamrock whose three hearts of green help lift my one heavy heart.

Anon

It’s been a while since I’ve put pen to paper, even metaphorically. The truth is I’m scared of writing. Or what it means of my situation, the effects it will have on my psyche.

i know why the caged bird smokes

i know why the caged bird smokes a perfect square, backlit, framed in rouged, back alley neon. you exhale, from your small, open window, smoke winding itself around the shoulders,

two is such a lonely number

two is such a lonely number expectation, is like a butterfly sunning kaleidoscope wings in a sunlit woodland on the first day of spring. reality, is like waking alone
Cherry

On Potters' Field (Part Two)

“Consider it a gift,” Thomekin said. “It's a flying robe, you're one with the birds.....”
Cherry

On Potters' Field (Part One)

“Who are you?” she said, sitting up. “And what are you?”

Speak

I tried to make a sound of approval but it was muffled by the dense darkness of my corner

Last Evening

I saw you last evening, but I forgot you were mine,

Rabbit Legs

He was very brave this large hare and not above showing off speed on a day the sun shone brightly

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