James woke up after his operation and looked at his new right hand. It didn’t look too bad. The skin colouration was fairly similar to his own left hand, and he could now wiggle his fingers on his new right hand a little.
He was quite excited that he would now have the use of both his hands again. Continue reading
Deep asleep –
she twitches,
flicking her mane
involuntarily.
Her paws are
running over some
imaginary plain.
I was wandering alone in the park
just before it was getting dark,
when a passing thought came to me
how lucky birds were to be free.
I wanted then to stop and stare
at a pony, and a grey mare,
and I quote a very famous ode
which came into mind as I strode.
I asked aloud, with no-one there,
‘What is this life if full of care?’
Doggie Ditties, Potty Poetry and Tall Tales 