Little One

Your coat is warm to the touch

Bathing in the sun again

The sleepy look on your face

says it all

You know

Don’t you?

Your tail is wagging like a lunatic

Sorry I have to leave you

Little one

I know you can smell it on me

The sadness

Your little nose is twitching like it does when you know

You’re still smiling at the goodbye’s

Nuzzling the rope to unknown lands

And the guarded green realms

Tilting your head at me

It’s Christmas again because I gave you a treat

Running around all of the corners

Wiggling all over the place

The Wobbliest In the evening

You know the punch line to all of my jokes

And the voices I make when I’m happy or sad

You always snuggle up to me

Or stand in the open

looking up to see

how to fix it

You put your head on my lap and followed my eyes with yours

As we said goodbye

 

 


Ben

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Bounding Over A Flower Field

Oh Dear,

Bounding over a field

You could be us

But we are metal

Pedalling tracks, we mostly forget you

 

Oh Dear ,

Warm Cold Freedom

You seem so fluid, jolly, with purpose

I hope you don’t find a line or carcass

Want to keep you in your paradise

 

Oh Dear,

do I want to be you?

Tell me something that you have thought of

more than footsteps from concrete fortress’

 

Oh Dear…

Oh Dear…

I won’t forget you

No longing, you wanted to jump the highest

Feel the air and other spires

The highest grass wasn’t tall enough

You found the sky and fields within it

 

There were never any lies

Nor ears for them

Eyes for the sky

She put her heart on the ground

To listen for the direction

 

The little ones cuddle the floor

The corpse

No others need to know it

They are tired of lying still

and being lied to.

They knew that Mummy found the sky and weren’t below it

bright eyes glew among the grassbush

A city of petals glimmered among the kingdom

Green, Yellow and Red,

beyond Grey

The destination

 

Oh Dears,

Practice the the ways of

up and down and over

They invented forward on a backward day

 

Oh Dears,

Stonger every day,

Put the flowers away,

The grass is getting smaller,

Trees are moving into order
Taller

Taller

 

Oh Dears,

Branches now beneath their haunches

When the grey came

Yellow gave Red the Green and launched it.

They made it down and put it up,

and bright eyes glew among the treetops.

 

Grey,

Up high,

So suddenly it looked off colour

when left to find it’s own way

down, from the peaks

down from the peaks

down from the Monkey Puzzle tree.

 

Oh Dears, Oh Dears,

Over the Grey Country they marched,

Green, Yellow, and Red

“When Grey was backward we went forward”

-Ben