The Owlet and the Gamekeeper

A little fluffy owlet, short and fat, Upon the topknot of a fir-tree sat; He thought of baby rabbits and of mice, He thought of human beings once or twice. It can be said and said without demur, He was a most profound philosopher. A keeper passed, a sturdy realist; He raised his gun and … Continue reading The Owlet and the Gamekeeper


Ballade of a Non-Starter

Read at the Funeral of Lister earlier this year. This is not what I meant my life to be, But, come to think of it, what did I mean? I never had much heart to go to sea, I did not wish to be a Rural Dean. I might have been a layer, a marine, … Continue reading Ballade of a Non-Starter