romance ducks

the ducks are sheltering ten beneath the tree almost a huddle but it’s too hot to ruffle feathers down two have located on their own in the shade of another tree it seems a case of romance beneath the noonday sun and then they’re gone the dog always favours motion on the run and all … Continue reading romance ducks

mysterious woman (and duck)

she's a bit of a mystery woman lives two doors up behind a high brick wall that's a little out of the usual on our avenue an ageing blonde with slavic black brows and a painful limp speaks italian friendly enough to me and to the lesbian girls next door and to old frank over … Continue reading mysterious woman (and duck)