I took a stroll the other day,
and even though the day was grey
I spied children playing in the sun,
an elderly couple holding hands,

and an ha'penny coin that had not yet, begun to lose it’s lustre.
So, I put the ha'penny coin in my pocket.

I continued walking forward into darkdom

unbeknownsto & inbetween the shadows

apparently, just for added effect;

When the shadows arrive a bit, early
the moon giving just, enough light
felines, and canines both playing together
and running off into the desert's cold night;

out the corner of your eye,
something moved, over there, just then;
must be twilight in the desert, once again!

Relax everyone, keep your heads clear
don't fixate on the fact, none prepare
no-one could possibly.....ever "ready-up"
be the first of your kind if you dare!

THE SASKWATCH

Now if you sit quietly, and don't make a fuss,
I'll tell you a story, for no one but us.
About a strange creature, who came from the woods,
A creature who'd wreck our good lives if he could

For I was quite young then, and ran with the pack.
We were all timber wolves and we'd HOWL and we'd BARK
And how the men feared us, for we were so strong.
We hunted the deer, (and some men - was that wrong?)

V
The shafts of silver starry light
like lucent blades of silver bright
by smiths were fashioned long ago.
The folk of Wondosimodo    
who oft found joy in labour long,        5
had waded forth in solemn song
with naked feet and woven gown.
On each brow was a silver crown.
They held their hair in woven locks
behind their overflowing frocks.        10
Out to the sea of scattered lights
the smiths went on beyond all sight
to fashion from the fiery sea

THE SHIELD

The moon was but a clouded gleam,
Its fitful light both cold and dreary,
We heard a hunting sasquatch scream
But could not run, so drained and weary.

Our group, the last of man's resistance,
Were no more than a hundred strong.
The Dark One challenged our existence,
His Orcs and wolves came chasing on.

Each bloody battle fought for homeland
Left fields of dead at such a cost
Kings and Nobles slain, we nomads
Running northwards, broken, lost.

The Family Sylvilagus Transitionalis
live by the creek before The Scary-Wilderness.
All living on Tyler-Tickletoes Tillings
call them the Sylvi-Rabbits, to help shorten things.

They live in a green house, right by the creek bank -
a mansion really by rabbit-hole rank -
with five bedrooms, three family rooms, two baths
and a neat back garden with four footpaths.

A gray cat that I know
out back by the fence
was conversing with an owl in the tree,

"Should the wind start to blow
and I'm not making sense,
I must be asleep, don't bother me!"

And just as he said
the branches did sway,
then the owl began speaking in rhymes;

the cat went towards the shed
an evening fog swallowed day,
in the distance, the clock tower chimes.

Then out the pet door
and falling flat on his face,
came the youngest one of this small clan;

Behind the Tyler-Tickletoes’ big, farm-house,
not far from the old graceful fig tree’s leaves,
amongst the long stems of green, wild-oat grass,
lives Fat-Freddy, the frog, and his best mate, Old-Jeeves.

The sort of green frogs one sees any day,
they’re both of the garden variety,
brought to the back yard by Tiny-Tommy
from the lake near the town, in another story.

THE DARK SIDE

INTRO.
Guess we all have a Dark Side but don't let it show,
Much prefer screams of laughter to screams from below
But I should let it out for some air, in the night.
Mustn't let it roam free though (huge teeth! what a bite!)

My Dark Side has taken and twisted my thinking,
I try to make sense of this world but it's stinking;
A pungent miasma from old good intentions.
With rancid assistance that needs disinfection.

I measured out in twilight, past
how cold was the chandelier sky,
I viewed fine lacettes made from shadows
as I slipped into twilight without a try.

Had you been there, I would've taken you into
night's neon-star, lightning maze,
you'd have to hold on to me ever, so tight
for the trip lasting seconds, felt like days!

With a wink, and a blink I took a ride in the sky
in a fraction of twilight, so quick!
I grabbed hold of an odd-numbered moonbeam
and was flying so fast, I felt sick!