Pale Blue Eggs

Thank you for the gift of bullfinch eggs. They 

Unexpectedly arrived on New Year's Eve.

"So glad the pressie made it, and I am relieved 
It managed to arrive before New Year's Day!"

Thus we all raise our glasses to toast the bird
Song of the bullfinch (which we haven't heard).

Dear cousin in America, oh deary dear,
The gift that came before New Year

To our surprise contains no legs,

Beaks, eyes, wings of feathers fine.

Nor even yolk in these pale blue eggs

That are made of mint chip maltball

— At least, that's what it says on the sign —

Mimicking Maltesers in their design. 

   

Stone Memorials

Another year, another stone

Memorial to add to so many

Already standing alone

And without a penny

In their dead pockets

For bangers and mash

And sky rockets

And other trash.

A new year has flown

In through the window

For flesh and bone

To greet and grow.

You say Hello,

I say Goodbye.

The old had to go;

The old had to fly

Into what is now

A fallen bird;

Into what is now

A song unheard.

Ferdy

Ferdy is so wild — a Victorian fox,

We've had him quite some years;

Every bit as ferocious as he looks,

He's still of boundless cheer. 

Christmas Comes But Once A Year

Christmas Eve

The Eve of Christmas Eve

On the eve of Christmas Eve

Twenty-one years today;

In dense fog we did leave
And set off for the bay.

Farewell toxic town
Now turned brown;
Goodbye half my life.
I take with me a wife.

But leave all else behind.

Heavy mist still kept us blind

When we reached the place

Where beach and sea laced

Our view until the next day

When all things special we did find.

  

The Pianoforte

The Pianoforte

What can I say

About A A

Other than he

Could play

Easily

Every day!

The pianoforte

Was his way

To be 

Happy.

He'd have been

Ninety-seven

Had I seen

Him play

Today

On the pianoforte.