Pouncing

Pouncing An azure sky was overhead, The goats n fowls had gone to bed Cos it was getting darkly, Me memory of it isna clear I didna even suck no beer, Just getting a bit sarky. I went to look, but she had gone, The sulky, silky bat, had flown, It hurt, not too much, so starkly I wouldna, didna, want her home, Me little bat returned alone, Talkin some malarkey. Pouncing on the pooch a bit, Castration, killed the smell a bit, He had no cause for barking. Don Johnson 17-july-11 (must be a full moon eh)