let’s get a field

let’s get a donkey

and cavort 

 the dolls

around her death bed

vigil eyes

 sunlight

hitting the river

ripples it

 boredom

all the semicolons

of a frown

 the girl in her pram

is clinging to her box

- wind and rain

 isn’t it sunny

that tomorrow it will rain

 north wind

the cat gingerly 

seeks the sun

 without the valleys

there would be no mountains 

angelic sunrise

 poetry

catching a rainbow trout

in the rapids

 you are alone

he read

so was he not

the lady

with the two dogs

returns home 

 if rabbits

fought like cats

the fox would starve