Spent Whilst Canoodling.

Matchless
Hatchless
How can you
Go bury the hatchet
Catch it
Match it
Hold it
I can't compare you
To a
Summer's day
M'dear
Love it a tangled web of
Lust and truth and
My darling dear

Sharlto

Today, tonight, when on a farm
I was out walking far and wide
By me was a great gentle dog
With onyx eyes and soft brown hide

Though he was kind and he was fine
But he had a friend oh so small
A little terrier, midget and scruff
Who found a bird against a wall

The bird was a grey pigeon male
Who was as frightened as a hare
I took the dogs home to save him
Then returned to a terror stare

Those eyes of fear made me sigh
The cock got up, fluttered to get away,
As I reached out to touch his breast
But he is sorrowfully there to stay

His broken wing is of no more use
His legs are strong but nature, old
And fox, or owl, or starvation come,
He will die before night is cold

So I write this poem just right now
As I come home from letting go
I am sad to say I left him there
Yet I granted him a name - Sharlto