Doubtful
I watched a grey squirrel
in the park
scamper and jump around
like a lunatic
trying to shake off
yesterday’s shadow.
The poor thing
really seemed
to be in a bad mood.
“How curious!” I mumbled
quietly to myself
as I left by the side gate,
into the back lanes
to avoid you.
Paul Tristram is a Welsh writer who has poems, short stories, sketches and photography published in many publications around the world, he yearns to tattoo porcelain bridesmaids instead of digging empty graves for innocence at midnight, this too may pass, yet.
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