The song of ‘What the…?’
by Steve Tanham
Originally posted on Sue Vincent's Daily Echo:
Lost in sleep, all warm and cosy, Wishing morning to perdition, Dreaming deeply, all unconscious, Snuggled down in prime position… Wake abruptly, bedclothes flying, Primal instinct, fear obeying, Stand a moment, get my bearings, Seek the source of awful baying… There, beside the garden window Stands a vision, evil-seeming Black as night with heckles raising Growling…
Sun in Gemini 