Half past ten on a Monday Evening, and I’m looking out of the window of my bedroom-cum-writing studio.
It’s quite dark outside, porch-lights flicker across the road. They light up the cul-de-sac quite delightfully, but they cant match the LED Lamp by the electricity substation.
The rumble of traffic from the nearby A – Road can be heard through the double glazed windows. A downside to living by one of the busiest roads in Europe. I can hear them as they roll on down the road, but I can’t see them.
The birds that were nesting in the old jobcentre can be heard coo-ing before bed time. There used to be a family of birds nesting in the garden, but now they just perch there in the morning. Popular with thrushes , sparrows and the occasional robin.
A Neighbour passes by. Hard to see out in the half-light. The noise from the traffic rumbles on. Then I hear a noise from out of the gardens – a rustle from the grasses,
Who would be out at this time of night?
Its eyes reflect yellow in the LED Light
Four Black Paws and Two Black Ears and a White Tail…A Neighbours Cat
The Inkwell 