Come on slowcoach!

" He wanders lonely as a cloud " with apologies to William Wordsworth!
From lampost to lampost,
Waste-bins to trees,
He has to sniff at everything he sees.

I typed that as a paragraph and then realised it rhymes. Maybe I have a new vocation looming, I'm a poet, although I don't know it.

I did get a great snap of the very rare black faced squirrelcat this morning but if I'd blipped that I know two furry little boys who's noses might have been put out of joint. I'll put it on my FB instead.