THE TIGER HOUND

Knowing that I enjoy collecting pictures depicting marvellously impossible hybrid animals created with Photoshop and other computer-imaging programmes, Scoobert Mills, one of my many good friends on Facebook, very kindly posted on my FB wall recently the wonderful example shown above – which in turn inspired me to pen the following lines (with apologies to William Blake!).


THE TIGER HOUND

Tiger hound-dog, hear him bark
In the forests of the dark.
What immortal hand he licks
That pats his head and throws him sticks?

DISMISSING CHILDHOOD

The ending of childhood and the onward journey through the teenage years toward maturity is never an easy passage. It is a time filled and fraught with doubt, confusion, and decisions about which pathways, in which directions, to take.

DISMISSING CHILDHOOD

Alone I stand, alone with Fate.
My shadow lies ahead, to wait
For me to come, perhaps too late.

My Past flits by, my Future grows;
I ask myself: “Which way to go?”
And answer still: “I do not know.”

Alone I stay, and softly sigh
To watch my childhood flutter by,
Then turn away, and wonder why.

My changing world through dreams I saw,
As onward e’er my thoughts they bore,
But now my dreams are dreams no more.

And now alone with Fate I stand,
Soon to be taken by the hand
And led away to other lands.

Yet what my Future hides away
‘Neath golden shades of unknown days
I cannot know, for who can say?

I only know that this must be,
Its light is not for me to see,
For this will be my Destiny.