Visages staring from branches o’ shrubbery
Perennial renderings in tree and bush exhibition
Unfailingly stern or melancholic in façade
None smile at yeti, dans le beau jardin
What intimation thy presence moot.
Why face mournful evergreen verdure?
Fauna existence akin to sapiens morose?
Plant Prozac may uplift from mental canker
Lavender lithium may sooth thy angst
Neurotransmitters desire sustenance phostrogen.
Institute warning? Aegis witness?
Thy gargoyle display promises not blithe intent
Notre Dame’s fauna version offers no sanctuary
Bells ring not for thee with thy woebegone countenance
Mark well, if wind changeth, thou may remain that way.
2 kids who've flown the nest, 1 wife whose flown with Jet2. Born at a young age in 1960's Leeds, the author became interested in the literary life when his wife bought him a dog. Having an allergy to dogs, he swapped it for a typewriter. Being unable to train the typewriter to retrieve tennis balls, he reluctantly turned to writing...... Website - www.writesaidfred.org