A for sale sign had a tilt on it
and glue of the “ SOLD" chevron
had long given up the ghost,
permitting it to take off in the wind.
It might have made it to the stream
near-by, could be attached to the side
of a boat in Audley Cove by now or
floating face down, under, under offer.
Grass had grown up to the window
sills, the flap of the letterbox was open,
it looked as though it was about to
throw-up its un-masticated missives.
The thumb button of the door bell
was removed and a sock wrapped
round the knocker was worse for
wear, toe holes needing darning.
Lace curtains, supposedly the
sign of mad women may have
been already there when he
bought the house 10 years, it were.
Crows had taken advantage of the
two *** house and no doubt the well
fertilised gutters could be attributed
to their droppings, on both sides.
Redundant down pipes invited ivy
which encroached, and like a pair
of alter boys doing the rounds up the
gable it went meeting at the apex.
Last seasons apples had regular
visits from Thrushes Blackbirds and
Magpies, the Squirrels looked on
curiously at my observation in still.
Massey red Fergusson had a
Robin on the bonnet where flying
ladies pose, the + & — battery
cables were dangling deciduously.
Attempts to slip my envelope under the
door was blocked by a home made snake
but the top pane of a 9 x 9 sash was a
convenient cat flap, so I air mailed.
One last attempt availed of nothing, hello
hello is anybody home must have been a
common occurrence or why else would a
sign inside of the glass read FFO KCUF.
