up the hill toward the fields.
a man and a boy and a plane.
what does my son carry today?
up the hill toward the fields.
a man and a boy and a plane.
what does my son carry today?
Concrete sheep
On roundabout green
Donning Santa hats.
Approaching cars fill with laughter,
Children in the back seats lean and point,
“Mummy, Daddy, look at the shee—”
BANG!
Name the cranium.
The wise woman unearthed this skull and presented it to me earlier. It is without a name. Any suggestions?