Questions wrapped up 
in a chrysalis became...

.
a perfect ideal...

despite eating through
the farmer's long grass, that day...

.
Cheese, I thought...

My rose
Sings to my soul...

On Earth I wander as a wisp
a vapour trailing in the air...

nudging mum for a
crafty suckle, her eldest...

sleeping
within polyanthus...

beside fish filled pond
fly chaffinches sweeping up...

lover's eating chips
whilst watching the crab catching...

left as
a gift...

why does my bladder
urge me to relieve myself...