A ball in his hand Imaginary playmates Boy is having fun.

Father and son sit Surrounded by hungry gulls Watch out for your food.

Parakeet looks dazed Perched outside its lofty nest Not from fear of heights.

The sign says it all The starling is not bothered Perch for it to poo.

Eagle says hello It has seen me too often My avian model.

When butterflies mate Tips of their abdomens join Love – butterfly style.

Heeding the beggar Through a hole in my pocket  A stream of loose coins. 

After the heavy storm The army of fallen leaves Dying in defeat.

Dangerous pavements My butt knows from past winters Beaten black and blue. 

I am reminded  By the bristles on my cheeks The unmowed garden.