
Outside the back door
a kitten in mother’s mouth;
more in the warm shed
Copyright Francis 2021

Outside the back door
a kitten in mother’s mouth;
more in the warm shed
Copyright Francis 2021

Once young and alert
Outside, where you loved to be
Now inside with me
Copyright Francis Barker 2020

The gentle rush of rain
breaks the silence,
soon joined by the cat lapping —
unseen.
Then both are gone;
I watch the miles thick cloud
parading overhead,
dark autumn leviathans
shunting in from the west. Yes,
sometimes the silence gets to me,
it isn’t what I crave.
A silent mind is creative, some say,
then how is darkness a friend?
Copyright Francis Barker 2020 — a creator fond of poetry