Leaving Home

Wearing tawny colours
shining gold
Walking into the sun

Sharply turn
eye to eye with a sparrow
Deep in conversation with me

{Must brush up on my sparrow speak}

Coming home

Bleeding belly pulling me
down to earth

I troll up hill
bags of shopping
elongating my swaying arms

Growling into the golden sun setting
Dreaming of steaming sweetcorn and green avoocado

{Today is not such a bad day after all for this sometimes vegetarian troll}

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