Telltale Tattle

Scats scattered in field tell who or what's been there. Footprints lined up like string of daisy chain stick figures in rogues gallery outside the window, tell who's been where, and when. Outside the grass is indented, sticks snapped leaves out of place, leaf litter rustled, Inside the room wreaks of disturbance tells me someone has entered, someone has been in there. Odours lingering and lolling a bout in still dank room air tell whose been doing what, in there. There are no secrets hidden from telltale tattles, forensic.