The Wargeilah Handicap

The heavens are bucketing tears, she seems so inconsolable these last two days. It’s grey and overcast outside again. Transparent glass bead raindrops form perfect rows across the stems of the rubber tree plant. The backyard creatures have all opted to sleep-in rather than

Lost or Found

It’s been days and finally Blackey has appeared in his favourite tree branch in the Orange tree outside my window. It’s such a relief to see him there, and he, for his part is totally oblivious to my concern at his lengthy absence from my backyard. I want to give him a piece of my […]