The yard calls to me…
“You need to finish raking!” it says.
There is a sink full of dirty dishes—
like magic they’ve appeared overnight.
Am pretty sure they belong to the two trolls
that live in our basement—
the “mole people,” as we fondly call them:
working nights, they come up from the depths,
blinking sleep-filled eyes against the light of day.
Two loads of wash sit sorted in the corner ready to go
and I don’t yet know what I’m making for supper.
Psyching myself to take on the world
…but first, coffee!
© Ginny Brannan 2019
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