A sight for sore eyes they were
a handful of jackdaws feasting
on blood red berries
till their cheeks bulged,
and I thought of You.
This mornings sunrise, whose
colours of red, pink and gold,
shone through the tree in my garden
Making it seem on fire,
and I thought of You
The three quarters full moon
a rich golden yellow, hanging,
in the sky, a hare captured on its face
as a reminder each time I see it,
and I thought of You.
May I do this often.
Pangur- ban Whitecat 25/10/2007
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