brushing past

a spider joins the circus 

no safety net 

 heat wave

the fruit loaf jumps out

of the baking tin

 when her turn came ~ she was ready

 global warming

ten thousand roads

to armageddon 

why the need to list each one

now the dreadful deeds are done

 bats are taking 

many of the mating moths 

as the night barks

 counting cuckoos

all my feral thoughts are 

defenestrated

 the good old days 

when the cavalry arrived

just in time

 sun-long resin

of the once quick bees

forever amber

 fat fingers

that have never worked

just point

 the high wind laughs 

at the mountain’s comb-over

waterfalls guffaw 

 if i had as much hair 

as the cat is moulting

i would be a rock star

 magpie moths abound

the barmy privet flowers

as neighbours chat