Cat in the Middle of the Road Pre-Dawn


(It was a bit like this, but in the pre-dawn light. This image was from google’s .)


Cat in the Middle of the Road Pre-Dawn

I was

King of the castle

Or, asphalt, at least

As I sat

Tall and erect

Upon the road

Bathed in the streetlight lustre

Of pre-dawn.


Cresting a small hill

This car

Its roar! Its lights!

I got a fright!

And scampered off

The road

Was still again

But then

A walker came a-stomping

And I ran some more

I was safe.

I was King of the castle

Didn’t you see?


Simon C.J. Falk 18 March 2018



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Walking On Walking Through


Walking On, Walking Through


Walking, walking, walking


On the go

Up and down and round and round

Getting on with the show.

Walking on, walking through

Keeping up with all to do.

And walking

Frees us too

Loosens up the muscles through

The rhythm of the stride

As we pass and feel beside


The air moving by.


On the street

Free up the mind by freeing up the feet

To settle down the heart

Feeling better when you start

To walk

Along the beach

Striding out as tidal reach

Foams about your toes

And sea spray fills your nose.


Along an alpine way

Among the peak and chalets

Where soaring eagles sway

And drift on draughts of air

Carrying every care

Of yours to another place

Allowing you the space

For a bit of a respite

As you feel the delight

Of walking

Walking it away

The motion stills our day

Where calm

Can help us be

From our angst then

We are free.


Simon C.J. Falk      5 February 2018




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Cool Morning

Cool Morning

 Cool morning,

seedbed of the day,

coming through the shadows

of the ebbing night.

Falling on the follicles

of our skin

with a crisp embrace.

Quiet morning,

sounds are still,

birds have faces folded

in the feathers of their breast,

their song a sunrise away.

Still morning,

barely a stirring,

so little traffic around the streets,

shuffling footfalls of other walkers,

the occasional car whirring,

its lights a brief blink of light

in the deep, dark pre-dawn.

Gentle morning,

A moment of peace

Before the pace of life quickens.


Simon C.J Falk                        20 March 2014



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