Tag: hanging about

Early bird puffs on first cigarette, with a T.

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…….whilst waiting for sun hiding in the hedge.
Not a good start really. It was too early, and camera battery soon died anyway.
Returned for other camera, then caught geese sounds and the quarter bell ( that was a first).
Counted 30 high up planes to Heathrow.Trails awesome.Wide sky.
It was far too cold out there. Sun, purple to soft pale pink but I froze. Was back by 6.
Took about an hour or two to thaw. Delighted with some of the shots… but here’s the pigeon!
Diary Gill. Today

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Acting Space

I was reading
A Philosophy
By Andy Warhol .…….
Laying on the cushions on my great big sofa
(Which I treat more like a bed).
Not feeling at all lovely
Watching tele
Feeling slummy,
Peeling spuds!
While I read

(Call it multi- tasking!)

And then the master said
It’s glamorous
Living  in one room
With just a bed!
And doing everything there…..

(Call it multi tasking!)

Here’s the actual words he said:
‘Everything is more glamorous when you do it in bed anyway.
Even peeling potatoes’

So with my spuds now ready for the pan
And from……………….my sort of bed
I suddenly felt glamorous
(And ready to act carrots!)  No, no, no!

Gill McG

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Meet the Bird who can prophecy weather!

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This is the Bird who sits on top of the pole
To hide from the cat
Who climbs up and down trees
In the garden below

This is the cat who tries to sit near the Bird
In this nice sunny place
At the top of the pole because Bird can prophecy weather

This is the Bird who
ONLY sits on the pole
When the sun  makes  a promise to shine.
But Bird is likely to make a very fast move
When the door of Jack’s house
Opens up
Very fast
To a flying bucket of water

Bird calls it a change in the weather

Gill McGrath

(Not true!  Just  an
Attempt  to write lines
for  napowrimo2014 today
and it’s raining!)

 

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#napowrimo2014. Day 20. (Or the promise of Lines daily)

Up with the Lark!

Wake up world, where are you!
I’m wide awake!
It’s not that blooming early

It’s seven- twenty five
The Kettle has already boiled
And Coffee’s done

Just look out there…..

It’s cold
It’s cloudy
And just a little misty
And every-thing still dares to sleep
Even the birds are quiet. Just pigeons moaning
And the cat out there with nothing to do…. digs

Perhaps it’s time for a pause

Its Sunday
I’m going back to bed!

Gill. Diary. Today. Apparently early (not poetry, just saying, job done)

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