32. within the wood

went for a walk within the wood
it was getting dark early
i knew it would
i sparked my smoke n flicked the match
into the pond where it couldn’ catch
call the dog before he’s lost
smell the air of mouldy moss
trying to find a comfy site to
pitch a tent n spend the night
here’s the perfect place
outta sight man, outta sight
a cosy little space
hidden from the human race


Photo: Floyd by Gary L Brown.

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