Unsuspecting

In the early mist of a winter’s dawn beaded dew hangs, undecided, cattle with laden udders puff balloons of warm air, huddle in the cosy comfort of each other, agitated, aching, cud chewing. The farmer, dutifully awake, strides across the field, stout stick in hand, marching, waking cadence, unsuspecting. a blinding flash, silent stillness, pausing,…Read more Unsuspecting

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Waking Nightmare

Never, never, never So you can lie and sugar coat the truth the deaf can’t hear when all is dumb The blind can’t see what’s right in front of them The fools who’ll do your will can’t understand The greater good they serve is filling your false hand With spoils from wars and golfing trips…Read more Waking Nightmare