Laurel and I were good buddies for many many years. We met up back in the early days of YouWriteOn, when they first came out. We would critique each other's work and we got on fine. She had one of my 'Gus, Sore Feet - No Collar' books, and in exchange I had her books of shorts and poems called 'The Ink Drinkers'.
I also read the first two books of Walara, it would be good if the final book can get published. I also read her 'Crossroads at Isca' book. I have never been particularly poetic but I enjoyed her work. It encouraged me to try one myself. I thought about putting it here. Perhaps Laurel can have a little laugh out of that.
Song of the Night
Carole Sutton
Dark
nights
Stars above with the
satellites
The moon’s
loom
Turns the
gloom
Into beautiful
silvery lights
Lonely
tree
Shimmering leaves and
standing free
In the
sand
Of arid
land
With no one there to
see
Flying
feathers
Grasping claws in all
weathers
With hooked
beak
And eyes that
seek
The Tawny Owl his
supper gathers
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