Doddering

My garden fences being toppled by the high winds of Storm Dudley was only the start of it. A warning of the ferociousness of the storm to come. Today … the machine of destruction rolls in and over the right to be free from coercive dictators. Dragon fire. Death. Disaster. The price of fuel, aContinue reading “Doddering”

Looking Again at Christmas

Looking again, Boris considers, The fiction that is the Christmas that is different for others; the Christmas that is smaller somehow – smaller and even somewhat less than a day in the land, upon which he plods and ponders. Reconsidering, after taking into consideration his own situation, Boris zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzhhh…… SLEEPS. Copyright owned by Jay Cool,Continue reading “Looking Again at Christmas”

Nasty Beets

A zillion jumping beetles, with some flair, play dodgems, and they do not care, `bout who did plant such seeds that grew.   That grew and grew `til leaves anew tiered up and out as if they could be stands held out – as if they should   be hosts to louts that leap about,Continue reading “Nasty Beets”

Territorial

Fearless, oblivious, free from awareness of the gaze of the camera lens, it checks out it`s territory for intruders that matter.   Copyright of text and photograph owned by Jay Cool, 6th September, 2021 Please read, enjoy and review further posts by Jay Cool:   Mutation Microspread

A Nodding Acquaintance

He nods. She nods back, unsure. Does he know her? Does she know him? He looks familiar, doesn`t he? Still, she`s not sure. Still, she would feel better, more certain, if only, he had left her with – before he passed on by – sure, if only he had left her with the surety ofContinue reading “A Nodding Acquaintance”