Casts A Shadow

Upon an open road, it casts a shadow

Though its presence is unseen by all who pass

While they search, pursuing source of dark reflection

It passes on, unheeding of their gasps


Tho’ expressions upon faces are amusing

It whiles away its days in search of eyes

Who see its semblance, silent, standing upright

But no one gives the spirit second glance


It stands upon some legs that are unnumbered

Raises arms, too countless, to really be a thing

Breathes deeply of the air that passes through it

And thinks a tune no voice can gladly sing


It’s covered miles and lands, encountered millions

Who gape and stare but cannot see it’s there

And when, soul-weary, worn, such is their blindness

It rests upon a chair that isn’t there


Such consternation, when it perches roadside

The anguish as they seek out shadowed form

It shrugs in silence, helpless to explain how

It’s normal to be cast in spirit form


The carcasses they carry seem so heavy

The hunger, fear and thirst that they must bear

It sometimes contemplates reactions if it offered

Respite for the bodies everywhere


We’ve seen it, sometimes, while we weren’t looking

A glimpse of something present when it’s not

When we lower eyelids, heavy with reflection

To dream of something that we’ve always sought

When A Coo Calves A Cuddy

Ca’ canny, mockit skies reveal intention

Shoogly coxcomb twirls an’ cross-eyes altered wyes

Bide fae the toon tho’ gallus bawface greets it’s awright

Huv gumption! Sleekit scunner’s tellin’ lies


Fair wabbit fae the info; heid’s a-burlin’!

But ah’ll dingy aw the footerers in thon hoose

Huvnae goat a scooby wit they’re daein’

It’s sidey wyes tae let us aw gang loose


Backhauners mid the roasters maks it awright

Lang spoons ur needed if ye sup wi’ thon

Mind yer feetie fae the coo pats as they’re drappin

It’s bowfin’ fae the stench o’ Eton’s sons


Ah’ll hae advice fae wans wh’urnae playin’ shove ha’peny

Wh’urnae lookin’ ower their shooders tae the croon

An’ when they cry, come oot, it’s clear, it’s awright

Will be time enough tae lay the fences doon


Fur it’s trust, ye see, ah cannae gie tae thon yins

Nae faith, ye ken, fur hist’ry’s made it so

When a coo calves a cuddy, ah’ll reconsider

Then ah’ll fire aff damp squibs tae let ye know