We get plenty of wild animals in our garden, foxes, badgers, and at least twenty different varieties of birds.
Living near three council estates, we also get the other kind of wild animal, the ones that are supposed to be civilised, but have had little or no guidance of how to exist amongst others.

Pretty Woman.

I couldn’t take my eyes off this beautiful girl,
She got onto my bus and into my world.
Her long auburn hair flowing like silk,
Her skin looked to have the texture of milk.

The slightest of make up on her beautiful face,
A slight pout of her lips, it made my heart race.
A movie star come to make a film is what I thought,
But of cameras and lighting our bus it fell short.

She floated down the isle on a cushion of air,
My wife sat beside me not even aware.
The girl glided elegantly into an empty space,
Had anyone seen the look on my face ?

Should I tell the driver of our little bus,
Maybe best not, didn’t want to make a fuss.
For as the girl sat, what did she do with her feet ?
She lifted them nonchalantly up onto the seat.

All words Meadowhead Bard.