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Poems written by Peter Gibbs over 60 years, inspired by romance, travel, the beauty of nature, emotions and family and friends - peterspoetry.co.uk
Milo The Ghost Cat
Along the lane, in hedge and field
A ghostly shape is oft’ revealed
Marking out his habitat
None other than Milo the Cat
From out the gloom in veggie patch
A sudden glimpse you’ll sometimes catch
Of silver fur and gleaming eyes
A presence that belies his size
On grassy track some drivers find
That Milo they are stuck behind
He strolls along at his own pace
No room to pass, there’s just no space
He’ll turn and fix one with a glare
For some it can lead to despair
Until he bores of this dull game
And vanishes – so grows his fame.
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