to talk of dead folk
i was quietly drawing
at the old table and as
one can, I felt someone
behind me on the work
shelf
i turned
as it skittered away
with its prize to chew
outside
the last of my dead
mummifieds is gone
eaten as before
i am drawing some odd
stuff these days. meanwhile
my mobile still makes capitals
so I changes that
the breeze comes through the
window
while down by the hedge I get
bitten