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the banshee…

The banshee howled in to the abyss
As the wolf meandered through the wood
And  a squirrel went scuttling by
It stopped….
Z ask the willow why…
it cried

And just beyond…

down by the pond
geese were gagling
& the baby ducks gawked
and squawked
In sheer dismay…
At all that they had heard that day.

& not so very far away…

A fat cat sat watching…
a little mouse in it’s little house
Counting the cheesy bricks.

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I have a keen interest in The Arts as therapy and a fundamental tool for understanding and managing mental health. I love nature, reading, writing, poetry, painting dance and yoga. And have a keen interest in social issues & humanities.

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