feeder

on the warm white thing
i sit
look
down into branches

angry chickadees
you are quiet now
you are blind
when the sun disappears

gone

in the dark outside huge rattling
here inside no one
but me

hat has long tooth goes round neck

sit still
still sit
not here not feeling
bite

biting angry itchy

bee on tail
i want to bite
hat doesn't want

orangecat

touches noses then

roars!

near my ear is sore


petals from the petaltree

touch my nose to a pinky one

the salty bubbling sad

makes it stick

run

first gate

through hedge

then roll roll roll on the dusty path

i will visit the dark in the neighbour garden

mummy will carry me back again

bushes

droppings are tasty after winter

no fresh ones yet