Evening is coming
The sun sinks to rest
The birds are all flying
Home to their nest
"Caw" says the rook as he flies overhead
"I'm gonna poop on that l'il dog's head!"

(dad: sorry we have not been about much recently - work pressures I'm afraid. I am
also going to be having an operation in a few weeks after which I will need about
two months off work... don't know how much padding I'll be doing then... neither is
the wife pleased at the prospect of having me under her feet all the time! ;) )