Stuart Miller-Osborne

I once owned a Siamese cat It was a beautiful loving creature One day my cat did not return home Which worried me as it was out of character I finally found my cat badly injured It had been attacked by a dog My prayers were thankfully answered And my cat soon grew better and…

Alice Bee Let us pass the a f t e r n o o n Listening to Vinyl Italian Disco Dance It is not About the future Or the p a s t It is all about the clocks

Through no fault of my own I got separated I expected a rescue But no one found me

Sans que ce soit de ma faute Je me suis séparé Je m’attendais à un sauvetage Mais personne ne m’a trouvé

My eyes see everything I am not fooled

Mon appareil photo ment souvent. Mes yeux ne peuvent pas mentir. C’est la seule vérité.

Mes yeux voient tout Je ne suis pas dupe

My camera often lies My eyes cannot lie This is the only truth

Time for the crickets and katydids Leave your windows open wide The summer air will fill your room Listen for the creek trains As they pass through your town I am travelling in your dreams

I am here amongst The flowers of colour Chasing the mild shadows Of the morning sun My noble mother Is preparing a dry breakfast Using our crested plates Please be ready before the hour