What was That!

 

What was That!

 

I didn’t hear a car

But

Wasn’t that

Someone at the door?

Someone tapping

 

Someone who’s come

All This Way

Just To See Me.

 

I wonder if it’s...?

Or maybe...?

Or even...!

 

By the time I get there

They were gone.

The telegram man

The supplicating agent

The nubile researcher from the BBC.

 

No envelopes.

No messages.

 

Just a couple of hens

Pressed up

Against the glass

 

Grinning all over

their silly

skinny

beaks.

 


 

 

 

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