Neo has settled into the general scheme of things well and looks right at home; even the sheep have been keen to say howdy!
And now...back to poetry corner to finish off his Roctober post:
I met them at close of day
when I had spread it all on
the linen cloth he dropped -
more sullenly than wearily - you know.
The flax-clam festered in my heart.
What is it to be born alone?
Love and peace - Wozza