when i grow up


Pets Rise

A velvet figure ripples past,
the Dachshund is on the move:
‘All for one… ’

Scimitars clash,
chatter flies from the Parrot’s beak:
‘One for all… ’

A warm cloud arches down from the balcony,
young Kit stretches:
‘United we stand… ’

‘… and Divided we fall!’

When I grow up please can I be the Fifth Musketeer?

©Hatty Mare poetry
1947 MO popular photography survey (including Country Life)