The Inkwell

I wish i hadn’t looked

I Wish i hadn’t looked

I

Perils of Baby Sitting

come to pass

as little un disappears for

a few seconds

and in those few seconds

Baby’s found some new head gear

and is parading like a chef

around the kitchen floor

II

What’s been living

rent free in your garden

was a mystery

till that one day

you decided to get the wheelbarrow

from out of the space

miniature explorers set up camp

among the garden hose and fanned out rake

and were partying in the dark

while you were sleeping

The only clue to occupation

curious birds landing

on campsite rooftops

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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.