eggshells & darker nights

a slip of flame wags like a red-tailed fox
o’er candlewick sill in the moonlight box
sets ghost birds aflight in lucent flocks
o’er vespertine forest and druidic rocks

the road yonder runs thither throughout the ages
its footprints tell the story of hatchling sages
from trees bedangled with their birthing cages
open, in spirals, zig-zagging in stages

no questions, no answers, just a mystery play
of knotted roots, weaved wood and branching splay
and the thin, shrill cry of a sleepless jay
from dusk covered verdure and vertebrae

by TETIANA ALEKSINA & TONY SINGLE
© All rights reserved 2021

aristocats

all trees are grey in the dark
but cats? they are different!
their eyes glow in any grove
their ears flick to disquiet
their tails can tell you a story
of a recipe of cheshire pudding
which of course you’ll have to make
and offer humbly up to them

by TETIANA ALEKSINA & TONY SINGLE
© All rights reserved 2021