This time I discovered who it was. School-uniformed. A cocky teenage truant!
Languidly, he stops by my strawberry-bush, picks one. He rolls the fruit over his tongue, cheekily, watching my window as if he knows I hide there. So smugly self-assured.
But tomorrow I shall spray the bush with poison.
Languidly, he stops by my strawberry-bush, picks one. He rolls the fruit over his tongue, cheekily, watching my window as if he knows I hide there. So smugly self-assured.
But tomorrow I shall spray the bush with poison.
lol nice!
ReplyDeleteyour little other worldly bits are always a pleasure!
ReplyDeleteI hear his easy steps coming up to me. He slowly stops and inspects my strawberries - his laughing eyes glancing towards the house behind me.
ReplyDeleteHe suddenly plucks one of my strawberries and pops it in his mouth. With a wide grin, he strokes my leaves - and he is off.
Delightful!
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