Oh sorry am I late?

Wow really, has it really been a month? Well i've been busy you know, things to do people to see, live to lead, thoughts to grieve. But I am back now, you'll see it'll be different this time, we'll get along swimingly. Don't look at me like that, I can change just watch me. Well I thought I would begin with a long rambling apology much like this one, drone on and probably lapse into cliché. Can you believe it the spell checker doesn't have.... Oh well scratch that not important, no really not that interesting, no I am not stalling, i'm just coaxing my muse for inspiration. No nothing filthy, just difficult to get lemon drizzle cake when you need it. More to follow I promise, or perhaps les...

Oh I am sorry, I was busy playing with your balls

I saw a hawk devouring a dove today. It stood there hunched over its victim, muscles tensed, ready to jump into the sky with its prize should it have needed. It regarded the shadowplay of my existence against the glass, perhaps knowing the boxed beings posed no threat, even when they escape their shells, but still likely uncomfortable that a professional watcher should be so watched. Dipping its head to tear off another cloud of feathers from the prone body, testing the assessment of its safety before starring keenly back upon the window. The dark, intense eyes measured my lack of movement and classified me, for now, along side the nodding branches and dancing leaves. Beginning in earnest to pluck its meal as I went about my own dark day beyond the glass, the vivid tableau of death projected for my entertainment upon the glistening green, rain-soaked grass.

My mind wandered from the spectacle and I unforgivably did not see the end. Wanting to know what I had missed, closure perhaps for my visiting dove who would visit no more, I went out to see its remains. The soul, if there were one, had flown with the corpse, and all that was left was a halo of feathers.

I'm seeing a pattern here

Second day
here to stay?
just in play?
who can say
Anyway
I'm away

I said to him, I said, I came here for this?...

You'll have to forgive me
I know not what's with me
I'm writing some nonsense
Almost unconscious
Fret not, i'll be done soon
Then you can lick the spoon