Sunday afternoon sport

In the distance at the park a few trainer-clad, track-suited youths were jeeringly, aimlessly kicking around a small white dog.
I am glad I waited till I drew nearer before making a fuss.
It was a football - and didn't seem to mind

Six word Saturday

My little sparrow
all grow'd up

Early Thursday Haiku

my skylight morning
frames blue cerulean sky
and pink feather clouds

Late March morning

Last clumps of snow
linger, scowling in the hedgerows,
where the blossom should be smiling

Muse...

At the very edge of darkness I hear hesitant hope humming...

'Bereft, bovvered and abandoned...'

So
the muse
has weighed anchor
and left me here
speechless

six-word saturday

Unsettled snow my grey undancing day