Rhyme with reason — on being alone
A poem I wrote in 1981 when I was 20, with some very minor changes. It plays with old nursery rhymes. It's slightly spooky.
That's my dog Ned.
I'm a 55 year old husband, father, architectural design company director, would-be writer, young at heart dormant poet and first-time dog owner.
Moth, my first novel should be on release on Amazon in the next few weeks.