Dog walk at dusk
As I fell on my arse in the mud,
a mistle thrush sang atop an ash
and the pale ghost of the new year’s moon shone through the trees.
Reasons to be joyful!
Dog walk at dusk
As I fell on my arse in the mud,
a mistle thrush sang atop an ash
and the pale ghost of the new year’s moon shone through the trees.
Reasons to be joyful!
