Its a relief to be back.
The city was good but
I needed the reassurance of home.
The tree rabbits are gone
And so is the noise
And I have the freedom to roam.
I'm back in my bed
Curled up warm and safe
Remembering sounds of the night.
That I heard in the city
without knowing why or what
strangeness had come into sight.
But now that I'm back
I can start to unwind
And feel the grass under my feet.
No longer the pavements
the paths through the parkland
And cobbles of some city street.
I have freedom and fresh air
waking me early
as I'm drawn back to my island retreat.
You sound pretty happy to be back to the island and who can blame you? Not I. Enjoy the grass and heather and sand when you run free.
ReplyDeleteCuby poet: its a good place to be,Poet. The heather smells fantastic.
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