Dis Mine Now
I love saying that. Except, I don’t really say it. I do it. Dis mine now. My favourite is when he’s sitting down, legs out, feet up. Sometimes he’s reading, sometimes he’s eating. Sometimes he’s snoozing, sometimes he’s talking into that rectangular thing he keeps in his pocket. It matters none. I see the lap, […]
Ode to the Green String
Oh Green String, how you tempt me, Bringing joy to days otherwise empty, You compel me with your greenish frays, Indulge me in my kittenish ways. I love to chase your frazzled end, Back and forth through twist and bend. To catch you is my one ambition, Through hallway long, into the kitchen, Then back […]