Me ol’ mate Podge is out there warning the World
he’s onto it, that is - whatever’s set all of our local
canine cosa nostra off on a barking spree; there’s
no worries he says, its in capable hands now, the
hard dog is about to be sorting out miscreants, or
who, how & where they’re located like toute suite
or sooner if you get my drift, so where’s my back-
up, and hey - keep the conversation alive, alright
Its pointless trying to express an opinion that this
is a noisy rumour merely echoing in empty space
surrounding well-filled tummies - especially since
last full moon was more’n a week ago; but then a
morning visitation of 4 wallabies - two with joeys -
on the back lawn - so maybe - just maybe …
© 24 August 2015, I. D. Carswell
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