I believe in Father Christmas!

I believe in SantaBiscuits and milk laid out for Santa

Excited children hoping to catch a glimpse

Laughter and joy fills the air

Inching towards them, sleep envelopes

Elusive as ever, Santa visits

Various parcels under the tree

Even a stocking for the dog!


Dead Fox

Fox (Photo by John Robinson)A crisp, bright winter morning,
I saw a fox

Sharp teeth glistening white
Glossy, soft auburn fur
Magnificent bushy tail

A second look…

Glassy eyes
Tongue blue and lolling
Deep angry slit across the belly
The hint of intestines
A brutal scene

I cried for her
I couldn’t look away


Forget my head if it wasn’t screwed on,
Or my shopping list, my purse, my phone.
Rush to find the ‘safe place’ I left them in
Galloping from room to room,
Out of my mind with urgent searching.
There they are at last!
The shopping list a bookmark, purse a paperweight,
Even my phone is found, in the bathroom sink.
Now, where did I leave my keys?

My Lads – A Poem

My Three LadsMy Lads

Muddy paws. sandy fur, waggy tails,
Yapping excitedly as we walk together.

Later, paddling and splashing in the sea
Adoring life, adoring me, loving unconditionally.
Dogs, MY dogs, my three lads
Snuggled up beside me watching telly.