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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