zymotux

poetry

Odd mood, sat between Ill health of ageing parents, Toddler's vital spark.

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It's been awhile, friends Since I blogged a blog for you Life's pattern weaves on

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Rain falls as I sip A dram of Islay whisky Dusky Cardiff skies

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Sunday night (relax!) The weekend draws to a close Calm liminal space

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It's that time of year again. The beech tree outside the window has young leaves on it and the birds of lockdown are returning to it. So far I've seen a Pica pica (magpie), a blue tit, and three collared doves (perhaps last year's hatchling alongside the previous pair?).

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Sun came out to play Friends, dog, baby, smiles again Whisky at the close

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I'm not a very good environmentalist. Sure, I don't own a car – but that is as much an urban lifestyle choice as anything else. I recycle and compost – but the local council does the hard work there, giving me the bags and collecting it. We have re-useable nappies – but use them alongside disposable ones.

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Toys and books scattered Daddy-traps across the floor Pause (the menace sleeps)

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Big Boat you are free! Sail onwards with your cargo What next, news cycle?

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...is how the croup cough is described. All I know is that it certainly sounded alarming coming from my upset baby at 3:30 in the morning!

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