Telltale Tattle
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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.
Copyright © John Anderson | Year Posted 2021
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