The Inkwell

from inkdrop – poetry, places and events

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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