Whispers and Echoes

I’m hanging here just enjoying the gentle breeze, despite the fact that every single one of my mates has deserted me!

“Come on”, they said, “jump off with us, it’ll be fun!”

Fun? Sure!  I saw how that great big lolloping beast of a man came out and hoovered up the last lot who’d had fun spiralling down to the grassy bank below.  He then went and dumped them all in a big black bin down behind the rose bushes. 

I saw inside there once when the lid was off.  Loads of worms, eating my mates!

Just. leaf. me. alone!

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Peter Matthews, a country boy at heart, lives with his wife in the suburbs of Nottingham, England.  His greatest achievement is that he has aged fairly gracefully but has avoided growing up.  Peter has written poetry from the age of sixteen and blogs regularly at www.pollymermaid.wordpress.com.