so kingsletter won't be lonely
I can be serious too when the situation requires it.
He saw the daffodils.
Flashes of yellow against the brown and grey
Of trees still sleeping.
embryonic leaves unborn.
He saw a sunset.
Slivers of scarlet and orange and ultramarine
Across the horizon
Of northern shores
He saw a castle.
Ruins standing for centuries just north of Perth
His usual route
But today he saw them.
He saw a hawk.
Hovering in the sky, its prey already marked
For extinction
Both beautiful and deadly
He saw it all
Not in halls or bar rooms where he sent his music
through poisonous air
But things he’d never learned to miss
He heard the clock
And said – I thought that clock was electric
The clock that ticked
Away the Minutes of his life
