Open Communication

photo credit: Google images, accessed 4.2.14

She says she has a penpal. From a penpal website…
Apparently it’s a young lady in New York who is the same age as her who has the same interests, blah blah blah! I am sceptical. In this age of the virtual world, where everyone can pretend to be what they are not and give the appearance of living their life in a goldfish bowl, is there such a thing as a good old-fashioned penpal anymore?




Like insects,

cars move around

the crowded car park

waiting –

looking hopefully

for  non-existent spaces.

Birds fly between leafy


smugly observing

humankind confined in

their brightly coloured armour.


to be

free as our

feathered, furred and scaly


on this

planet that teams

with such wild unfettered


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