Posted in the Daily Photo series
In honour of the month of December
Poetry & Photography
If you see the sunset, does it have to mean something? If you hear the birds singing does it have to have a message?” Robert Wilson
Saturday Sunset, Part Two
An ordinary Saturday
On a December’s eve
Stepping into a sleigh
For a ride to leave
On a track
To watch the sunset
The colours a reminder
Of the season’s binder
Posted in the Daily Photo series
In honour of the month of December
Poetry & Photography
“I envy people who can just look at a sunset. I wonder how you can shoot it. There is nothing more grotesque to me than a vacation” Dustin Hoffman
Saturday Sunset, Part One
“The sky is on fire, the sky is on fire!”
The peasant from the ancient times shouted
As the red clouds into the skies sprouted
Running as fast as he could
Before the skies on him fall would
Simply out of fear
Not knowing of the beauty so near
Shivering in his cellar
Like an old yellar
Some hundreds years later
Not a sunset hater
Eagerly awaiting
A sunset most breathtaking
In honour of Caturday and all cats everywhere
“Women and cats will do as they please, and men and dogs should relax and get used to the idea” Robert A. Heinlein
Caturday, 2015-12-12
“I keep my cat
In my handbag”
Said the old hag
And, with a snag
Lighting a fag
“It’s not a gag,
so just cut me some slack”
She quickly snapped
As she zigzagged
A price tag
Like a yellow flag
Flashing on her ragtag
And out of fashion coat
Stepping into a boat
Flinging in her large tote
The cat sprung out
And onto the float
In a few quick strokes
She rowed across the moat
Rantings Of A Third Kind 