Nine, and
time to feed her:
a regular
visitor, partial to apple,
this evening
we are trying banana –
whether that
is beneath her dignity
time will
tell.
Rodent-like,
she sits on the deck
each evening
waiting for her meal,
a supplicant
at our chapel:
she could be
homeless, displaced,
she leaves
no gift, no fee,
grabs what
she can.
Actually I’m
not sure she’s a she:
perhaps he committed domestic violence
and is on
the run, or stole stuff
as he now is
skilled to do.
Officially
we are told don’t feed him or her –
to keep the
numbers down –
Hmmm.
Yes: maybe
as I consider it
she/he does have the look of a refugee.
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