I have a very unusual pet
He’s a Madagascan
Chameleon
But he can’t
change colour
As he has a
reptile dysfunction
I have a very unusual pet
He’s a Madagascan
Chameleon
But he can’t
change colour
As he has a
reptile dysfunction
I see gently falling snow
Through
a picture window
Dusting
the evergreens
Into
perfect winter scenes
The mist cascaded down the hillside
Like a maiden’s
hair
Tumbling onto her
shoulders
The bare branches
of the birch trees
Pierced though the
mist like fingers
Reaching up to the
heavens
Snowmen like to dance
As soon as the snow falls
They like to meet girls
And dance at
Snowballs
A snowman in the sun
Mustn’t get into a
muddle
Because if he does
He will turn into
a puddle
The air was sultry and stale
The heat oppressive
I sought the sanctity of the shade
Embracing its coolness
I walked beneath the leafy canopy
Where the silence welcomed
Contented I walked
In the leafy summer forest
Until within a glade
I came upon a woodland pool
It’s still dark waters
Looking glass flat.
I peered through my own reflection
Into the charismatic depths
And felt unnervingly as if
I was staring into the depths
Of my own soul
And for the first time
On that sultry summer’s afternoon
My skin felt cold
I have a very unusual pet He’s a Madagascan Chameleon But he can’t change colour As he has a reptile dysfunction