Saturday night upon me again,
its time to tackle the lions den...

seeing
a bird swoop...

The sound of nature conveys a message
through the language of birds...

No news is good news
apart from the car garage...

..we nestled on a carpet
of rich green grass...

demons encroach upon my mind
a stomping ground for reapers of darkness...

“‘ere your current bun”
What! my son...

These hands of mine, are worn and done
the math they held, was more than some...

You pushed me from pillar-to-post
which became painful...

He was blessed with
a wicked sense of humour...

Batman and Robin
as a child sent my heart throbbin...

The news today,
sadly my love has flown away...