perfect crimes

i watch a herd of hoppity wagtails

flit from blue sky to black tarmac

bibbing, bobbing, galahumpazizing……….

i crunch another crusty malteser,

wolf down another bar of caramac

and

think

about

nothing

much

at

all………

perhaps after lunch i’ll have a nap

and dream of better times and perfect crimes.

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