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!

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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

Forgotten

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?