Monday, 13 May 2013

Singing Dog

He longs for the wide open spaces of the moor and sheep to chase. Alas he lives by the bypass with its fumes and growl of engines on tarmac. But at dawn and dusk the wild dog in him seeps out in a sweet, sharp, poignant howl.

1 comment:

  1. loving your work and your quirky twisted festive
    sensibility!! Thanks for liking mine~