
Here
sun casts its ancient shadow
over ancient footsteps
now bricking over
no one’s here
to see paint this show
this morning back here at my computer 6.43
diary Gill McG nice day by the cars

Moon: Not her again! She bought that camera to take close ups of me and she is so bad she has never taken a good one yet, even when I smile!
Clicking noises
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