House: Yikes! She caught me. What-ever do I look like? Stay very still behind me Moon, perhaps she will go away in a while.
Silence for a moment
Moon: Has she gone?
Her by the gate: How does this blooming thing work? I can’t see a thing!
Followed by hurried footsteps and a door shutting then silence at least from out here
House: She’s gone! You can come out now moon! Perhaps she’ll give up and we’ll never see her again!
to be continued [Ha Ha!]
Gill McGrath [2014 15 04] nawripomo 2014
A very bad rhyme (it sort of rhymes!) for a very bad photo