in her pyjamas

out in all weathers

hardly the way to go is it

whatever she was she isn’t that now

look at her

if ever hair needed cutting

there’s hair could do with it

seems all it takes is promise of bad weather

she’s ready for the hills

almost paces

animal like

old as she is

you have to tell her

naughty-night-to-be-out-in

the look she gives you then

none like it

and I’ve been given looks you wouldn’t believe

or maybe you would

come to think of it

Geraint Jonathan

(Image by Leila)