As day commences
question heavy
underwhelming poxy
leaden gundog sky
just turned eleven
Steak Pie & Chips
in to burn
tad wonky
Morning
lies in tatters
Anti-personnel weapon
Pops
in for a
Chat
Fat Neighbours Incident
‘oh, I say! Aren’t you fat?’
Inflated silent rage and…
‘Pot Black’
A shot rings out, the lawnmowers stop.
‘I don’t understand’
A cryptic slaughter.