The Pineapple
A fox on the run Hurried by a man with a gun Chicken’s violent death.
Standing on my deck Zephyr travels gently by I raise my hat, ‘hi’.
Juniper berry A drink to finish my day Yes, gin and tonic.
Goose to cooking pot Quill in hand, I write the tale Of lunch or dinner
A high, barren wall Ivy climbing steadily Searching the horizon
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A fox on the run
Hurried by a man with a gun
Chicken’s violent death.
Standing on my deck
Zephyr travels gently by
I raise my hat, ‘hi’.
Juniper berry
A drink to finish my day
Yes, gin and tonic.
Goose to cooking pot
Quill in hand, I write the tale
Of lunch or dinner
A high, barren wall
Ivy climbing steadily
Searching the horizon