Chop the lot lot
Boil till it's hot hot
Grab a spot spot
Eat till you drop drop
Hot a pot pot!
2018年8月30日 星期四
2018年8月26日 星期日
Swimming in the Rain
I swam past a hedgehog, she was splashing.
"Are you drowning?"
After a laugh that sounded half like a gurgle, half like a desperate yelp, she turned to me:
"You can't drown in the rain!"
"You can't swim in the rain either," I retorted. "But I think we're doing both."
"Alright, gimme a hand will ya?" Her pricks wore pearl-like raindrops, swaying dangerously with her each movement, daring to fall.
She gave me a paw and I held on to it. It was bony, cold and wet.
"Stop staring, I'm much better looking when I'm dry," she snapped.
"Better tempered too I hope."
"You don't know hedgehogs,"
"I sure don't. They never taught us about them at school,"
I nearly added that my closest encounters were seeing them pancaked on motorways.
I slowly guided her to a branch of wind, and bid farewell.
She didn't make say another word but thanked me silently with a wet tap of her pointed nose.
"Are you drowning?"
After a laugh that sounded half like a gurgle, half like a desperate yelp, she turned to me:
"You can't drown in the rain!"
"You can't swim in the rain either," I retorted. "But I think we're doing both."
"Alright, gimme a hand will ya?" Her pricks wore pearl-like raindrops, swaying dangerously with her each movement, daring to fall.
She gave me a paw and I held on to it. It was bony, cold and wet.
"Stop staring, I'm much better looking when I'm dry," she snapped.
"Better tempered too I hope."
"You don't know hedgehogs,"
"I sure don't. They never taught us about them at school,"
I nearly added that my closest encounters were seeing them pancaked on motorways.
I slowly guided her to a branch of wind, and bid farewell.
She didn't make say another word but thanked me silently with a wet tap of her pointed nose.
2018年8月25日 星期六
New Life
A subtle return to a foreign land,
Skin slightly more weathered, mature with stories of the endless summer
Summer though, is coming to an end in London.
Grey patched skies and cool morning breeze paint autumn into the picture
Seasons roll into place, yet I stand the same across changes.
A deep tiredness weigh down the wandering body, a soft excitement is intertwined, a sense of stable believing keeps the pendulum from swaying.
Ask if I'm ready, and I'll tell you the truth that I don't recognise the signs until it's too late. Nor could I bother with process when a plan does not require one.
Fight long, fight hard. That's enough.
Skin slightly more weathered, mature with stories of the endless summer
Summer though, is coming to an end in London.
Grey patched skies and cool morning breeze paint autumn into the picture
Seasons roll into place, yet I stand the same across changes.
A deep tiredness weigh down the wandering body, a soft excitement is intertwined, a sense of stable believing keeps the pendulum from swaying.
Ask if I'm ready, and I'll tell you the truth that I don't recognise the signs until it's too late. Nor could I bother with process when a plan does not require one.
Fight long, fight hard. That's enough.
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