precious.



each morning early, i feed the cat.



a sachet with jelly.



packaging straight to the dustbin, outside.



dressed



in pyjamas i step the slate, feel the air, watch the sky



change.

swallow the bats whole.



later, when dressed, and booted, i smiles

at the bare foot print on the step.



during the day the others come foraging,

through the flap, what can I do?



first one is flimsy, timid

trespass. a shadow.



the other bruiser ; black bully.



bold, hissing wildly.







each evening, I feed the cat again.

take the package to the bin again.







one hundred words.



precious.



sbm.