Drinking in the beauty of the day

It really is great to be alive

Rising and shining

Waiting eagerly for interaction

With what the day will bring.


Always keeping an ear to the ground

Listening for those perplexed voices

Which are bound to emerge from ensuing fog

Out of such fog, windows of light will emerge.


Clouds will lift.


A veil will be drawn back.


Clearing the forest of thoughts to allow light in

As we proceed through the woods, cross the streams

Evading as best we can

The occasional hornet’s nest.


Slamming no doors on the way.


Before all the deals of the day are closed

Remembering that in all walks of life

As much as we would like them to be

Everything is not always black and white.

(c) Chris Black 2017.

Perhaps their mind was addled?

I sat motionless in my car as the vehicle which had been parked on a slight incline just moments earlier gathered a little speed.

Taking my eyes off the black silver chromed car to insert the keys in the ignition, the thud indicated contact.

Ouch, a tow bar had introduced itself to the drivers door.

(c) Chris Black 2017.

If it wasn’t so serious…

Jean was well used to his antics, paying scant attention once they were home alone.

Mark could well negotiate stairs, go from room to room, naked as a jay bird without ever stubbing his toe.

She never ceased to be intrigued at his co-ordination.

This particular weekend they had a group of friends over for a birthday celebration.

Copious amounts of drink was consumed and the meals also went down a treat, a good time was had by all.

It was late into the night when they retired, Jean was out for the count as soon as her head hit the pillow.

Waking next morning she found Mark missing from her bed – she found him stretched out on a couch downstairs wrapped in a bathrobe – she never owned a PINK bathrobe?

Peeling it off him quicker than you would peel an orange – SHOCK HORROR, he was found to be wearing a G-string.

The party was now turning out to be a nightmare, shaking him awake – he couldn’t explain this away with the excuse I must have been sleep walking.

Just then from the lounge area appeared a vision – the owner of the bathrobe dressed in a fancy dress chicken outfit…

(c) Chris Black 2017.

The grim reaper.

Lightening, Frightening

Struck the beast

Sheltering from the storm

Under the long standing beech.


Forked lightening

Appeared to penetrate

The stone wall of the old farm house

Struck home at the heart of the family.


The sheepdog lying

with head resting on outstretched paws

not knowing that his work was done.

(c) Chris Black 2017.