Well was that foxtrot, catwalk or badgersdrift, that stole our dinner so bold and swift?
Was it roaming and sneaking in bleak midnight, when the stars were silent and the moon was white?
Was it sharing with others with whiskers and paws, was it a cute little rasqual with eager jaws?
Whoever was here to feed on our behalf, there's one thing to be said to those who care:
Never ever leave a chicken casserole to get chilled on your front stair!!
|This was actually the second attack, we never took the pot in, I mean, beasts and monsters has to eat!!|
|More snow has fallen, but this is only our garden, I AM A BIT LAZY!!!|