No more a roving?

and a single bird speaks in the dead of night, hollow in its tragic beauty.

I hold my breath waiting for another to join its song.


That is a true story. I’ve often reckoned the chimney tops in view from my balcony hold many secrets. Inside and out.

4 thoughts on “No more a roving?

  1. They surely do. But thinking of chimneys and stories for some reason makes me thing of that song. Youd be surprised what you can see when you’re… i wont finish.

    It’s good to see you too Narnie (can i still call you that?), Im still Wulfy if youre still Narnie. Deal?

    Im planning on getting your books next month (money allowing), cant wait to read!

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