Relaxing with my mates of an evening.

And, on a fine day like today, feeling the grass beneath my paws.

Rotating, meditatively.

Emerging from under the garden seat.

Stuck in the garage. Where’s reverse?

Relaxing with my mates of an evening.
And, on a fine day like today, feeling the grass beneath my paws.
Rotating, meditatively.
Emerging from under the garden seat.
Stuck in the garage. Where’s reverse?
Art and Books
The view from the bed
see the dappled digital poem in its natural habitat
Contemplations from quakey quirky Christchurch
Travelling light
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