Late Night Garden Mystery
I watered my plants as was my custom
Late at night in my garden
My sanctuary from the cares of the day
Humming gently to my bonsai
Clearing up fallen petals and leaves
I paused to observe with quiet pride
My new three tiered plant display
On which are my brightest pots and flowers
I reached to pick up a slender stem
Next to a pink pot on the top step
I tugged but the leaf would not budge
In the fleeting moonlight a strange outline emerged
Beads of sweat ran down my brow
Heart thumping I retreated indoors
Next early morning in the cold light
My fears of the night proved right
A young mouse lay in rigor mortis
Its tail extended, little paws in the air
A pained expression on its face
A smear of blood across its whiskers
My fear gave way to pity
A mystery however ensued
It had landed so neatly upon my stand
As if dropped from a plane
By a skydiving cat
Perhaps my strange neighbour tossed it over
The fence was right next to the crime scene
I googled ‘how to dispose of a dead mouse’
No fancy equipment was required
Just gloves and a ziplock bag
Little dead mouse was safely disposed
In my wheelie bin but the mystery was unsolved
I wondered as I watched my neighbour’s shadow
In the flickering blue light of her telly
Through her net curtains that night....
Copyright © Mubarika Sami | Year Posted 2019
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