They raise attention,
about half past eight
each morning
scampering out of
their garden hideyholes
just to say hello
Finding a little
something to have for breakfast
or maybe luncheon
even when i can’t get out
i see them darting round the cul – de – sac
on a hunt for nuts
And when i can move my feet
i often see them round the street
ascending up a bush or tree
and i look at them – as they look at me
Inkdrop is freelance writer with a passion for exploring the intersections between nature, architecture, and artistic expression. With a background in computing, and writing – his pen name harks back to when he played around with rhymes and a fountain pen. Now joined by a selection of created photos from an acquired DSLR camera He shares insights with scribblers of all backgrounds. Outside of visiting museums and exploring the latest in exhibits , he enjoys walking through the countryside in pursuit of the next rainbow.
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