WHO?

Who is going to sit at my window?

Who is going to look out at the trees changing colour through the seasons?

Who is going to smile at the antics of birds flying in a stiff breeze?

Who is going to be amused by Lily?

Tail raised high as she makes her stately walk around the garden.

Checking to see who might have passed by in the night, leaving a calling card.

Who is going to be touched seeing the season's young foxes playing tag on the lawn?

Who is going to fill the lily pond in the dry seasons, so newts and frogs continue to call?

Who is going to prune and deadhead the beautiful sweet-smelling roses? 

So they will be able to thrive.

Who is going to mow the lawn and trim the hedges to a manageable size?

Most of all, who is going to sit in the two chairs, knowing now this beautiful place is their permanent home?

2025 Penny Wobbly of WobblingPen