There's a wolf in my bathroom.
No, really, there isn't.
They say.
An opinion, I think, based largely on probability.
It's there most mornings
Noble and menacing.
No, really.
It has grey blue eyes and looks hungry.
I understand your scepticism
But trust me.
I know.
There is a wolf in my bathroom.
In winter cold despite log fire, my evenings spent in toasting self before the peats dug from bog moss, the glow of gluhwein coursing...
A visitor, unwanted, knocks, not mine the choice of whether stays, eviction can’t now be achieved, so how to greet this one at door, now...
The Gentleman’s club (This is so wrong on so many levels) There they all were in the Gentleman’s club, all gathered together, the great...
I love the eccentricity of this as well as the fact it peaks my curiosity. Are you the wolf or is it an hallucination?
I hope you are not harbouring the beast of Bodmin Moor?
And you should know