ArchiveApril 2024

The day yet to open an account, In the early hours played a truant. Out of winter darkness, a dog leaped, My mind in thought steeped. It raised its paws in glee, I paused the fear in me. It wanted something I ought to know, Was it a hug or food for now? I gave the dog a pat on his back, With that he was taken aback. He fled for nowhere to be seen, In the dark lone winter screen. Involved in my...

Snub nosed face, What an earthy race! A sublime store of fat, The sight of a cat, Fun is your laughter, Sad are your tears, An innocuous innocence, Spreads on your face, You snatch suddenly, The objects you see, Care not for manners, When an impulse orders, Your heavy gait, Is a natural trait, Crafted to an emotive essence, Good day to a lad of innocence! ( Video of this poem can be viewed on You...