Monday, 5 January 2015


Galloping posh dog.
On the pavement.
Highgate woods.
Racing the bus.
Please don't gallop
under us.
You are red with bits of grey.
Your lumber is old but i feel your puppy heart smashing your rib cage!
Jolly hockey sticks jogger,
over the fence,
Lost ya dog have ya?
Hockey sticks,
He's tailing your blue Sweaty Betties through the slats
and i feel his joy
at this yappy reunion.

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