finds a cat-length patch of shade
whisker-wide and hidden
from curious, non-feline eyes.
He dapples into tabby grey.
Tag: summer
bridges in Spain
Well, it’s September and this hasn’t been updated for a whole month. I’ve obviously been affected by my years in Spain: Spaniards of all ages take their summer holidays seriously.
Most Spanish workers get twenty days vacaciones, and they usually take the whole period in July or August as four consecutive weeks at the beach or in the mountains, often with several generations of the family holidaying together.
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summer sport
After a busy evening
listening to cicada orchestras
and dancing with
grasshoppers
through the weeds,
the cat comes home.
He sniffs the bowl of kibble
then looks up, looks
dissatisfied, as if to say,
“dried cat food’s
just
not
cricket.”
dry’ku II
Strappy sandals;
at every step
my toes launch grasshoppers.
dry’ku
Lizard
trickles across concrete:
memory of water
Wind skitters leaves
across the yard. They crumble
to sand-coloured dust.
Honeysuckle drapes
overflowing wheelie bins:
summer-scented air.
don't confuse the narrator 