Elevenses

Somethings rustling

around the rock garden

underneath the green of the spruce tree

sitting quite content in the shade

as he tucks into a meaty morsel

grabbed with speed from next doors kitchen

everybody’s out – looking for the fried meat thief, whilst he

sits happily in the shade, munching his spoils

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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.