Sprite & St Germaine

SPRITE HE COMES FROM OUT OF NOWHERE TO DANCE UPON A BUSH HE BOUNCES THROUGH THE FOILAGE AS IF HE’S IN A RUSH HE’S CHECKING ALL THE COLOURS TO KEEP THEM CRISP AND NEW IT’S RARE THAT YOU WILL SEE HIM WHEN HE COMES INTO VIEW FOR HIS BODY SINGS SO QUICKLY IT BLURS AMONGST...

The Garden Invader

There’s a squirrel in my garden And its eating all my nuts Hanging from the feeder In a way that I don’t trust The pigeons in their numbers Simply stand and stare And watch their morning breakfast Vanish in thin air That bushy tailed invader Really does not care For...