Out of the pines tilted on the tip of the ridge
Wheezy cries limp across the heath
Sounds of an aged asthmatic held hostage in a loose bed of twigs
Drawing out creaky breaths in a sickly rhythm
Plaintive, pathetic pleas for attention from a speechless chest
On an open ward where the staff are busy
Taking a coffee, or answering less urgent emails
Where the breathing apparatus has been shut off
And nature’s course is entering the final turn
~
CLP 25/07/2020
This took MY breath away. Well done.
Thank you, Ron. Hope all well for you out there otherwise. Chris
Nice blog
Thank you. It is evolving. 🙏