Sleeps curled, in a ball Black glossy coat. Night hunter In blankets well wrapped
I live in Northern Ireland among history and myth, reality and dreams: mountains, bushes, trees, fields, historic sites and lots and lots of rain - hence the greenery!
Haiku, Poetry
black cat, Haiku, peace
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I love to read and to write.
Poetry is
a release,
an escape,
catharsis,
fun,
a way to express myself.
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