
Joining the Dots
When pigs have wings
will chicken have teeth?
I’ll cross that bridge
when stones feel grief
for the shattered glass
they’ve smashed, or when
you can put twelve eggs
in a box for ten
or early birds
join-up the dots
between the leopard’s
brand new spots
and find the greener
grass, where worms
scratch each other’s
backs, in turns
or pens win wars
or absence leaves
each Jack and Jill
as thick as thieves.
Tom Vaughan
If you have any thoughts about this poem, Tom Vaughan would be pleased
to hear them