Dew Drops

I would like to meet you on a Winters night,

When moonbeams dance and stars sparkle bright, 

Sitting with the twinkle in the western skies,

Dew drops rolling from our eyes,

There's no place that I would rather be,

Watching dawn break in, just you and me. 

The Invisible Fox

Wild yet vulnerable is the story of my life,

A world where I roam with fear and strife.

Some try to find me for blood and pleasure,

To shoot me down is your idea of leisure.

But over time I have become wise,

The urban night is now my disguise.

You destroy my habitat and the food I ate,

We walk the same path, still I hide from your hate.

The darkness is my light, I search for my next meal,

Some days I go without, my hunger I conceal.

Survival is my guardian in a divided society so gritty,

Our lives entwined, I am an invisible fox in your city.

Dedicated to my friends Cathy and Tammy

Sun Dancing In Winter

It's a well known fact that the sun only dances with his hat on. In the summer he can be seen dancing daily with his sun beams in the daylight and serenading his friend Moonlit in the dark. When winter arrives, it's a different story for the sun dancer (as he is known by all who see him). He no longer has his sun hat on and appears to have lost his twinkle as he sits, low in the sky, looking down at the world. However, not all in that bleak winter sky is as it seems to you and I. For the sun dancer has replaced his sun hat with a woolly hat given to him by Moonlit to keep warm. He wears this hat when he attends a live music club called Sunshine, where he likes to pull the wool over Winter's eyes, as he and Moonlit dance together until sunrise, to the Winter Blues.

Dedicated to the music scene of Ealing and the birth of loud in Hanwell where I live and where the father of Loud Jim Marshall set up his first shop in 1961.

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