Tag Archives: #Friend


Tobie was a catcher,

a catcher in the rye;

he’d catch the ball I threw for him

no matter how far or high.

I miss my little catcher,

his cuddles and his ways;

but that pooch did live his best life

in the most mysterious ways.

“Friend / Stranger Danger!”

I am a friend,

I am a stranger;

beware! Friend / Stranger Danger!

You know me,

you know me not,

you cannot see

what I haven’t got.

If I perchance to look

what would you be?

A statue in a gallery?

A woodland tree?

Or would I not recognise you

in the form you’re in?

You hide yourself,

and lose to win.