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White Horse, Poem and Kitten

12 Nov

We always look out for the White Horse in the hills at Westbury and today , through the mist, the sun was on it.

  
From time to time the London Underground publishes poems which appear along with the adverts. Today we spotted this one.

  

The boy who sits on bins becomes

a chough, admires the sight of his red beak

Against the wall

                            He goes nicking coins

Across the city, flies back and roosts

In the chimney stack above our house.

At dawn he climbs down and walks to school

With rooftop-torn jeans and fingerless gloves

The colour of smoke on a winter morning

In his pockets: a half pack of matches,

a lighter, a week’s worth of razor blades.

Imogen Cassels

It has been hard to get a photo of our Daughter’s beautiful kittens. Here is Boris. 

 

 
1 Comment

Posted by on November 12, 2015 in Beauty, nature, photography, poetry, Postaday 2015

 

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One response to “White Horse, Poem and Kitten

  1. Carol White

    November 13, 2015 at 12:39 pm

    Hello. I live in the village that lies just beneath Westbury White Horse, and as a child I used to walk right around it. (I wouldn’t do it now – I can see the danger!). Is Boris a Ragdoll? He’s the spitting image of our Raggie, Beau.

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