Sep 30, 2025


 








TRAMPING OFF ON LEAVES


Tramping off to school, with the wind playing boisterous games,

Flicking old leaves off branches, sailing slowly to the ground.

I am covered in confetti, while grasping the whole different coloured leaves to my chest.

To press later for a collage, to present and share in the class.

Dodging low branches trying to whip my hat away, made a quick grab with a hand, to help it to stay.

Glancing down at the pavement with it's zigzagging cracks, already for a hop, skip and a big puddle jump.

Meeting my friends we entered school, arguing, giggling, and laughing.

Jostling, we settled into line until our names were called out.

Those were the days, when we were foot loose and fancy-free.

However, I am quite glad, they are now well behind me.


๐Ÿ๐Ÿ‚๐Ÿ๐Ÿ‚๐Ÿ๐Ÿ‚๐Ÿ๐Ÿ‚๐Ÿ๐Ÿ‚๐Ÿ๐Ÿ‚๐Ÿ๐Ÿ‚๐Ÿ๐Ÿ‚๐Ÿ๐Ÿ‚


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NIGHT CLOAK


As the daylight started to fade, together we sought our last drink before flying high to find our favourite safe roost for the night.

We huddled together murmuring soft sounds of comfort to one another, as we waited for the cloak of darkness to descend.

Once in place no more noise did we make to remain hidden and safe. 

Till the slowly rising sun bathed us in warmth, replacing the chill of the night.

Only then could we sing in celebration of the arrival of a new day.


2025 © Penny Wobbly of WobblingPen

Photo: Pixabay License

Sep 29, 2025


 











THE WITHERING 


The withering and dropping have started, and as the season steadily increases, so have the changes.

The bright colours of the flowers silently fade before the eventual downward plop.

The Earth awaits to embrace and absorb them once more.

A process of renewal carried out year after year since it began its mysterious wake-up time.

This year has been very stressful for all the inhabitants and soil of this precious land.

Let’s hope next year, when these beauties start to appear, we have a better, shared, and safer future planned.


๐Ÿ๐Ÿ‚๐Ÿ๐Ÿ‚๐Ÿ๐Ÿ‚๐Ÿ๐Ÿ‚๐Ÿ๐Ÿ‚๐Ÿ๐Ÿ‚๐Ÿ๐Ÿ‚๐Ÿ๐Ÿ‚๐Ÿ๐Ÿ‚


2025 © Penny Wobbly of WobblingPen

Photo by Enes Gundogdu on Unsplash

Sep 28, 2025


 








CHANGING SEASONS


Cooler weather is on its way. 

Warmer clothing was brought into play. 

Summer favourites are to be folded and put away.

Warmer, heavier shoes brought out to wear, tucking away my comfortable flip-flops.

Raincoats rainproofed, with hoods: mine slips over my eyes; not good. 

I might walk into something hard while blinkered, a challenge I must tackle if I do not want to sustain an unexpected injury.

Hot soups, prepared and frozen, ready for a quick snack before or after a winter stroll.

Brooms and green bags for swept-up leaves, dead flowers and bush pruning. 

Bird feeder and drink preparation for the delightful birds who provide much-needed winter entertainment.

Time now to tuck into my cosy dressing gown and sip a warming, pleasurable cup of tea, while mulling over the summer's passing.

We are wishing everyone a safe, happy, and friendly time ahead. 

Remember to spread a little kindness and watch it grow.


2025 © Penny Wobbly of WobblingPen

Photo by alex geerts on Unsplash


 









 








MEDICATION ATTEMPT


Our neighbour Sue was going away for four days and had an old Jack Russell aged 15, called Squib.

She needed to have life-saving medication once a day.

So we were asked if we could do it, we agreed.

Sue arrived with Squib and the pills and showed us how to do it.

The next day she came again to watch us doing it.

First go out popped the pill at speed, next go the same outcome.

I was becoming concerned as she is an old dog.

The next time the pill vanished and the dog was swallowing and we all cheered at our success.

Until I looked down at my thumb to discover the disintegrated capsule firmly attached to my nail.

We all fell about laughing and Sue put a new one in herself.

Thereafter we had to admit defeat and the dog was taken to the Vet to have her pill and it was not always a successful trip first time even there.


2025 © Penny Wobbly of WobblingPen

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 WELCOME


Since people have spoken or met singularly or in groups, the word "Welcome" has been used as a greeting, with multiple meanings attached.

It is brilliant when it works and disastrous when it fails and is rebuffed.

We welcome you, to try to express some occasions, when this word has meant something to you good or bad.


2025 © Penny Wobbly of WobblingPen

Photo: Pixabay License

Sep 27, 2025


 









 







A CHORUS OF BIRDS


The early morning mist the sun has kissed, meeting the river to die.

With the gentle sigh of bird wings as they flit importantly by.

A chorus of birds chirping delicately at first, gathering voices to give their songs a full burst.

Welcoming the new day full of cut and thrust.

The dews heavy coating in drought, encouraging insects out of their hideouts to stray.

So begins this morning the new day.


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SHOE SHUFFLE


Shoe shuffle, shoe shuffle, slide away and glide.

Shoe shuffle, shoe shuffle, wriggle left and right,

Shoe shuffle stop, and bend down low,

Shoe shuffle, shoe shuffle, off we go

Tippy toe, tippy toe, tippy toe.


Shoe shuffle, hold your partner, slide away and glide.

Shoe shuffle, lead her in a wriggle, left and right.

Shoe shuffle both, gently bend down low,

Shoe shuffle, shoe shuffle off we go.

Tippy toe, tippy toe, tippy toe.


2025 © Penny Wobbly of WobblingPen

Photo by julio andres rosario ortiz on Unsplash

Sep 25, 2025


 








 









I WOKE UP


I woke up with a smile on my face.

No matter what the weather might bring,

I am determined to switch a smile into place,

Coming from the joy within, sharing life with the man I love.

Each day is different, it is true; not all are covered in a rosy hue.

Life throws some unwanted curve balls.

One headed our way last night.

Yet we batted it away, with worries and plans shared.

No need to frown with tears dripping down.

Very few like a misery, a moaner, a groaner around.

So, with a smile, I am ready to face any bump in the road.

With the strength of the warm love supporting me.


2025 © Penny Wobbly of WobblingPen

Sep 24, 2025


 









AMAZING CONNECTION


Two ladies who first met through the wonders of the internet and instantly made a connection of mutual admiration and sharing of life stories.

Their lives so far cover a similar time scale, starting in the UK. They had pretty normal family lives and (almost) shared a common family surname. They both had a desire to help others and became nurses. Once qualified, they independently headed abroad, one with Save the Children fund, and the other to a family in New Zealand. It was then their very different adventures began.

This year, 2024, they decided to meet one another in the flesh and share their amazing life experiences. Their names are Anne Watts and Penny Wobbly. The visit was arranged for 5 September 2024.


Penny Wobbly


I could not wait to meet Anne, someone I have admired for a while. We had exchanged emails, phone conversations, and Zoom meetings, where her lovely personality, sense of humour, and practical, no-nonsense approach to her amazing life experiences intrigued me.

I longed to meet her and today we did. I was like a teenager awaiting the appearance of her pop idol. Everything was ready for her arrival.

My husband set off for his dental appointment. I was going to walk to the station to meet Anne once she had notified me she was on the train. The call came and I put on my coat and collected my three-wheeler, ready to set off, when a clap of thunder and a flash of lightning announced the arrival of the forecast yellow storm. The rain thundered down, pounded on the roof and bounced off the ground in monsoon fashion. My heart sank. I couldn’t walk to the station in this, and we would most definitely not be able to walk home together either.

Rapid implementation of a cobbled-together Plan B: I rang my lovely carer and asked if her husband could run me to the station on his way to pick up their children from school, as my young man was out at the dentist. He so very kindly agreed and, on arrival, he had to back his car through a newly formed lake. I told him not to leave the car. I would manage to skirt the lake and hop in. The rain fell in stair rods, an old-fashioned description; however, once in the car, we set off on the very short ride to the station. I leapt out; well, it might not have been as swiftly as that. 

Hobbling down thirty stairs to the platform, I gazed into the distance, having been told by Anne that she was at the back end of the train and wearing a bright jacket. My cataract vision was put to the test in the dull rainy light. There was a flash of bright colour heading left out of the station; if I had blinked, I would have missed her. Oh no!

I headed for the thirty steps back up to the station entrance, speeding my dot-and-carry leg action, to meet what would definitely be a dripping Anne, as the route she took was out in the deluge.

As I reached the top, she appeared around the corner, dragging her case. We hugged, and laughed; two soggy ladies, delighted to have at last been able to meet in real-time, without pens in our hands. I was in seventh heaven but had to send for the help of my young man to whisk us home when his dental visit ended.

Suddenly, the traffic snarled into an almost unmovable mass as the school day ended and parents, who normally left children to walk home, arrived to try to keep them dry.

My husband appeared and, once we settled in the car, I looked at him: he was absolutely soaked. He too had been caught in the deluge on leaving the dentist and rushing to his car up a nearby street.

What a welcome! Yet, in spite of everything, it will be remembered for a very long time by us all.


2024 © Penny Wobbly of WobblingPen

Sep 22, 2025


 







A CALL


As I stepped out the back door to take a breath of fresh air,

A pair of geese flew past, calling a greeting loud and clear.

Another sign that spring is on its way, as geese arrive in their thousands for their summer holiday.

I think they are headed for the Thames and parks nearby.

Some will be tempted to stay; others have much further to fly.

This migration, flown in great numbers to and fro each year, is an event totally amazing to me.

Welcome all!


2025 © Penny Wobbly of WobblingPen

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AUTUMNAL CHANGES


The leaves are changing colour blazing out their spectacular demise, slowly floating downwards.

Down to provide food and habitation for the ground hugging, hidden insects the multiplying crowd.

Birds and all kinds of creatures are starting to look about for protective shelter, to stay warm and hide in for their harsh winter survival.

Little of this is visible unless you take a walk outdoors.


2025 © Penny Wobbly of WobblingPen

Sep 21, 2025


 








Today is International Day of Peace!

In a #world that needs more #kindness, understanding and calm! 

A concept that we should be instilling in #children from a very early age - as carers, parents, teachers, educators, practitioners…

And we need more good and real stories.

#Stories help us walk in someone else’s shoes, feel what they feel, and respect our differences. 

#Empathy starts on the page!

As Educators, we can play a big part through our everyday programs & practices to create a world of #peace. 

Let’s #educate children (the adults of tomorrow) to value & contribute to world peace!


Sep 20, 2025


 










 











MY PHONE


I have a phone, smarter than I am, much of which I don’t understand, 

With messages arriving without my command.

We are told not to press buttons that appear unrequested.

Some are disguised and colourfully presented to look like those we love.

Yet they are created deliberately to entrap and attack us,

With cruel, malicious, daylight robbery and uninvited calls.

Yet, conversely, we cherish our phones for emergencies, too, for communication, information, research, photography, for instant heritage and memory recall.

For every evil attack delivered to our phones, 

We have security barriers to contain the damage.

To repair them or produce new ones with more information we have to understand.

Working furiously to repeal and help keep us safe.

Yet we have to take care to keep our curiosity in check.

Keep our fingers away from the talk button, 

To stop allowing viruses a way to start their attacks.

Perhaps we have to return to handwritten letters and no internet once more, 

However, I would find it very difficult without spell check.

I love my phone, yet I worry about the future. I hope I am wrong.


2025 © Penny Wobbly of WobblingPen

Photo by Priscilla Du Preez ๐Ÿ‡จ๐Ÿ‡ฆ on Unsplash

Sep 19, 2025


 









 









FRUSTRATING STUPIDITY


The screen went blank on my I-Pad, locked solid.

Defied all attempts to revive it.

'Oh, what did I do? Come on tell me. What did I do?'

Silence!

'Come on you are part of the problem. You must know.'

Silence!

'Or are you having a moment to yourself. All right, I'll wait, don't be too long.'

I filled in time with other tasks. A ping rang out.

'You're back! Oh, thank goodness, I thought you had a terminal affliction. We are so comfortable together most of the time. I did not want to buy a replacement. To struggle through and learn, new more complicated tricks, for a smooth companionable partnership which we already share. Nice to have you back.'


2025 © Penny Wobbly of WobblingPen

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MADAGASCAR


I was introduced to your beauty, sadness, desperation, and the threads of hope to ensure your future survival.

Trying to slow down the burn and slash that has desiccated your magnificent skirts and covers of forests, leaving land for human cultivation and eventual destruction.

Lack of knowledge makes me weep, as each area can sustain cultivation for only a few years.

When there are no leaves, trees, insects and wildlife to fertilise and vitalise the land, it erodes away.

A new way to cultivate food needs to be found.

Other parts of the world have done just that, by growing green vegetables on the water.

There are other ways to use the minimum of water, and that skill needs to be shared as you grow food for the tables.

You have a railway going coast to coast, capable of spreading the word, perhaps as quickly as business ripples along it today.

Madagascar, for millennia you have nurtured and hidden plants and creatures never seen before.

Perhaps, in just some such plants, insects and creatures, the cure for man's many ills is waiting to be discovered.

Keep your treasures protected and locked away; there is always another way.


2025 © Penny Wobbly of WobblingPen


 








THE LIGHTEST OF TOUCHES


When lying on the grass under a shady tree, my eyelids drooped and soon I was asleep, to be awoken with the lightest of touches tickling my nose.

Gently, oh so gently, I opened my eyes to see a beautiful butterfly standing on four legs and staring into my eyes.

I am not sure who was the most surprised.

It opened its wings in case danger I might be, allowing me to see the underside of its wings up close.

I gazed at its tiny face and its eyes with its multiple sight sensors, as it rapidly uncurled its proboscis, gently touching my nose and quickly retracting.

I was obviously not the flavour it was seeking.

My nose started to feel a sneeze approaching. The need to suppress it became overpowering.

I did not want to propel my delicate visitor into orbit with an explosion.

Thankfully, it took off in time, allowing me to admire its beautiful flight.

How could something so beautiful come from something so ugly, yet so interesting, as a caterpillar?


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THE START


Dare I breathe, dare I sigh at the first glimpse of love.

The sight that first connected us was brief.

Yet I kept going over it for weeks.

We met again, my heart patted out a joyful beat.

As we moved closer and I attempted to speak, you smiled giving encouragement to my advance.

We stumbled through our first few words, gathering names, phone numbers and addresses ending our brief conversation full of hesitations.

Week’s passed before we shared a coffee, a laugh, a touch.

Tentatively love grew and I came to love you so much.

Daily trusts began we hugged, kissed, not a moment to be missed.

Till the day I asked for your hand, 'Will you marry me?'

'Yes,' came your reply, 'but my father has to agree.'

Convention at the time dictated that request, before you could give yourself to me.

In memory of that day and all we have had together since, will you once again be my ever loving Valentine.


๐Ÿฉท๐ŸŒธ๐Ÿฉท๐ŸŒธ๐Ÿฉท๐ŸŒธ๐Ÿฉท๐ŸŒธ๐Ÿฉท๐ŸŒธ๐Ÿฉท๐ŸŒธ๐Ÿฉท๐ŸŒธ๐Ÿฉท๐ŸŒธ


2025 © Penny Wobbly of WobblingPen 

Photo: Pixabay License

Sep 18, 2025


 













 









WHAT A VIEW


After a meal with special friends, cooked and served by other hands, a spectacular view of the Isle of Wight, stretching right and left to Southampton and Portsmouth where liners sail in and out with tourists thirsty for the knowledge of the history, of our ancient land.

Where perhaps their ancestors once sprang.

Entering their new home, and mounting the stairs, a view to die for expanded there, with sunshine sparkling everywhere.

Boredom will not intrude as spectacular sights keep changing the views.

Even on a bitter winter’s day, tucked up inside, you can still watch the sea’s fantastic displays and passengers sailing to other exciting destinations.

What a lovely new home to retire in!


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INTERNET DISCONNECT


Staring out the windowpane, looking at the rain, wondering when normal service would be resumed again.

No friendly ringing, no poems or stories to enjoy, just silence hanging heavily no joy.

Hands reach out to tap the keys, to creatively dance the words upon the screen.

Yet no matter what I tap, there is nothing to be seen.

At last, the knowledge I did have to accept, no internet connection could I expect.

A flash of communication appeared, you have no internet connection.

I thought that was plain to see! I just want to know how you can return it to me.

A voice from a distant part informed me it was fine on their end. 

All is well for them but what about me, silence still reigns.

I am an old customer, yet service to me does not extend.

Firmer action is needed for the voices on the other end.

Or this long-standing relationship will sadly have to terminate.

As I go searching for a much more supportive, helpful unseen connector.

To join in reconnecting me to my so wonderful internet friends.


2025 © Penny Wobbly of WobblingPen

Photo: Pixabay License

Sep 17, 2025














 


 









THE BLACK HAT TALE


I am a donkey called Fernando, living with a lovely man in the coastal hills of Spain. Sometimes on my journeys, I can see, when up a hilltop, a huge amount of water they call the sea. 

Strange, as very few people I know have been there or seen it, except from up here, when we pause each day, on the highest hilltop, to rest and have a drink and some hay. I gazed towards the sea, wishing I could visit one day. 

The day when it came was so exciting: my owner had a rich nephew who had phoned with an invitation. “Come on down to the seaside. I will pay; it is fiesta day.” 

My owner’s face lit up in excitement, which quickly faded away. 

“Thank you, my nephew. I have to humbly say no. I have Fernando, my donkey, to look after. I cannot leave him and go, as there are wild dogs here and they would hurt him, I know.” 

“Bring him with you. I will send a truck to give you both a ride. Fernando will be safe in my stable with Marie, my donkey, and we can join the fiesta, with music, horses and noisy marching bands. We can walk together on the golden sand with Marie and Fernando running freely in and out of the water, and rolling in delight, wildly on the sand. Marie knows how to be safe in the water; she will take Fernando in hand.” 

“Ok, we will come.” 

“Stay the night with me,” the nephew said. “Then we can celebrate without worry if we drink one drink more than planned.” 

So my owner washed me down, brushed me like mad, and polished my reins and brass bits until they looked the best they ever had. Then he brought a lovely black hat to me, which he said had a story to tell. 

It fell out of the sky during a terrible gale and landed at his feet. He tried to find the owner, but failed. So he kept it in the cupboard in case someone might like to wear it. 

“That day has now come. I am going to give it to you to wear. I will cut holes for your ears and tuck flowers in the headband. You will become Fernando, one of the most handsome donkeys in this land.” 

A year later, the nephew rang again, “Uncle, it is fiesta time again. Please come with Fernando. I will send a lorry for you both, just like last time.” 

My old man sighed deeply, as he did not imagine he would be asked again. It had been a very hard year for Fernando and him. He drew himself up, saying, “Yes, nephew; we will come.” 

Next day, after being groomed very thoroughly, and with a case with all that we both needed, we were loaded onto the lorry for our trip to the seaside. I was led to the stable where Marie greeted me in excitement, leaning out her head, hee-hawing, “Hee-haw, hee-haw.” 

I replied in a language only we understood. Suddenly, I stopped in puzzlement, as another young voice called from the stall. 

The nephew opened the stable door, saying, “This is the surprise I have had for you both. Marie has a foal called Miranda. I have been longing to tell you, but decided to wait till fiesta day came around once more.” 

So, as a lovely family united, we set off, with my black hat firmly in place, ready for a great family fiesta day out. 


2025 © Penny Wobbly of WobblingPen

Photo: Daniela Silvia Serban


 












Sep 16, 2025


 








TIGA, THE DOG WHO CAN´T STAND TV FOOTBALL GAMES


Tiga is a dog with brains...

Who can’t stand TV Football Games.

So with intelligence and care, she tries to influence, those watching, diligently from their chairs.

She picks on one who will appeal to her performing.

With her whimpers pathetic and constantly annoying.

Attention is drawn from the screen to her rhythmic pawing.

It’s to be put to bed, her silent begging is pleading.

So up they get to tuck her in and stop her irritating complaining.

She is left on her own, to enjoy quiet doggy dreaming.

When back they go to watch their goal furor, with whistleblowing and referee manfully controlling.

A slight commotion is seen, a tail in active motion.

She’s back to manipulate and win what she’s after, the total abandonment, of the TV, Football Game.

It is no fun lying in bed when all the others are awake, calling and shouting and getting in a state.

Time and time she makes her play, till the referee’s whistle blows, game’s end for the day.

Then with no pretense or ceremony she places her ball at feet that seem to keep on moving.

With eyes large, brown and practiced at pleading she’s ready, for live football, the game of her choosing.

Ref, please book that dog for foul and dishonest play.

Today!


2025 © Penny Wobbly of WobblingPen

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THE START


As I opened the door, I heard it. In the wakening dawn, a bird started its morning song.

I had to stand and listen in the cold air, as the chorus grew into a sweet neighbourhood conversation.

It is amazing to realise that, though we live in such close proximity, there are only limited times when we connect and listen to one another.

Screams of fear and rage, no matter when, make me move to a door or window, ready to repel a stalking cat, or larger bird, leaving you to live in peace.

There are times when I have need of quiet contemplation at the beginning or end of a day.

Your lovely singing intrudes, capturing my attention, soothing away any concerns I have.

It is strange, as you must listen, too, to the ups and downs coming from our house, making decisions when to hide or pop outside, dodging the neighbourhood cats who often saunter around our garden on an adventure or just passing through.

I value our coexistence; long may it continue, and I hope you think so, too.


2025 © Penny Wobbly of WobblingPen

Photo: Pixabay License


 













 








USE YOUR LOCAL SHOP!


Shop, shop! Oh quick stop, stop!

I was on my way to buy food when I lost the shop I was going to.

It's amazing but one by one they have put up their shutters and closed for good. 

At first, it did not dawn on me as there was always one more on the corner around our way you see.

Then horror upon horror my options started to shrink.

Now there is no shop there for us to pop out to buy our food or our drink.

I'm old and a car is a luxury we can't afford and buses here have stopped calling, ‘All aboard!’

So open your eyes. 

Stop the rot, or the superstore will have closed the lot!

Stop, stop! Use your local shop.


2025 © Penny Wobbly of WobblingPen

Photo by Edward Howell on Unsplash


 












Sep 15, 2025


 









The parched ground awaiting the drop of rain, as clouds heavily laden lumber past. 

Will they release their load or move away? 

As we are left to search the Sky’s for clouds already crying.


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SHOE EXPENSE


If you owned a caterpillar and had to buy him shoes, you would use up all your pocket money and have none left to buy your chews.

However, once he became a butterfly, three pairs would be all he’d need to wear.

Because by then, he’d have grown two lovely wings to help carry his weight and prevent holes from rapidly appearing through the bottom of his shoes.


2025 © Penny Wobbly of WobblingPen

Photo by Sonika Agarwal on Unsplash

Sep 14, 2025


 

















 








POST KNOCK


Iris on moving into a new area was invited by a new friend to her house.

The lady said ‘I am having a coffee morning, and will ask some of my neighbours to come around to meet you.

It might help you, to feel more at home here. 

Iris was delighted and accepted the invitation.

On the appointed day, she swung into her friend's shared drive, took a fit of sneezing, and ploughed through a row of Mail Boxes.

‘As of course, you shut your eyes when you sneeze, don’t you!’

What a way to make new friends. 

However, all was redeemed by the newfriend, who happened to have, a handyman, working on her property at the time and he quickly repaired the damage.


2025 © Penny Wobbly of WobblingPen

Photo by Hiroshi Kimura on Unsplash

Sep 13, 2025


 

















 








LEARNING TO FLY


Three young birds, feathers all shining and new, stood by their mother, admiring the view.

Their mother said, ‘Please follow me all of you and do as I do.’

She spread her wings and gently flew to the branch of a nearby tree.

‘Come on now, don't be frightened, just do what I showed you.’

They seemed a bit scared, so back to the roof she went.

Once more she called to the little birds, ‘Come on darlings, do what I do.’

The birds watched once more, then one of them was tempted by his mother's call.

He landed on the tree with a bit of a wobble and shouted, ‘It’s great, come on down you two!’

The others would not be outdone, so they launched themselves into the air and found it was such fun.

Mother bird said, ‘You know, we are the lucky ones, as only feathered birds can fly like us. Humans need a ticket, sometimes a passport, and have to wait for hours at an airport, to fly in a big airbus.’


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Photo by Maurice Schalker on Unsplash


 








I WISH, HOW I WISH


I wish I could summon up a spell.

Powerful enough to make everyone well.

Even if it’s only for twenty-four hours.

A real, worldwide, pain-free day.

To see bodies all twisted and sad,

Straighten up, and smile in amazement.

They would be so glad.

It might strengthen them to cope day by day.

The best I can do is inform with my pen.

Make sure the important information is in plain sight.

Signposting the right people to assist when they can.

Raising funds to crack the misery assailing everyone.

Perhaps then, one by one, my wish might come true.

When that terrible, isolating thing called pain,

Would be pushed back into the past,

And never again pop into view.


2024 © Penny Wobbly of WobblingPen

Photo: Pixabay License


 








JUST 15 MINUTES


Just 15 minutes slots you have been paid to spend with me.

No time to chat or you might forget to wash my feet, along with my body.

Clothes off! Clothes on! 

Quick we have to be! 

Ouch, take care that hurt!

Just time for food to be put in front of me. 

Pills, hot tea and drink, whichever is my choice.

Then off you go at speed, to achieve the next timed deadline.

No time to chat, though that is the care I hunger for the most.


2025 © Penny Wobbly of WobblingPen


 











KILLING SPREE


Darkly silently it glides in feet first, before retracting it’s wings to maintain a balance.

The deadly work then begins.

Poking, snapping, devouring, young frogs from their underwater dwelling.

I know it is nature and we should not interfere.

However, our frogs are becoming rarer and now need saving.

I’ve deepened the pond, and rigged up preventative fishing line.

To stop their ease of access.

It will not totally prevent the crow's raids.

Just decrease their killing spree.

So frogs will still come to my pond at mating time.


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Crow Photo by Chris Linnett on Unsplash

Frog Photo by Dulcey Lima on Unsplash

The Fish Pond Photo by  Penny Wobbly of WobblingPen