Table for One

She is a messy eater

the soakaway pebbles

always strewn across the path

near the back gate, she 

shimmies under for supper

never paying or leaving a tip.

Tonight, she’d booked the early table

announcing her arrival so loudly

we thought Bea had returned

with her puppy Bella 

to cadge something for school.

The sandwich ham slipped down

easily and very noisily, manners

not foremost on the agenda

drinking similarly raucous

from a recycled dessert pot.

A couple of blue/green flies

constantly circled, riding chaotic

shotgun orbits around her head

she looked very displeased.

Mains finished, a low calorie

worm was fished from the border

to complete proceedings

no thanks, no offer of payment

definitely no tip.

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© Graham R Sherwood 07/22

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