dusky blue skies
the way Mother’s hydrangeas
always bloomed
Ron C. Moss
Sparrow on a branch—
picture of winter
no-one will see
Karen Blaylock
fireside
cat and I synchronise
purring
Quendryth Young
through the ache
of another motherless day
tossing bread for sparrows
Peter Macrow
charcoal darkness
the graves of our loved pets
at rest under stars
Ron C. Moss
Echidna Tracks 