The Former Tennent

It abides in the lintel, leaving only to hunt in the klong. It was here when we moved in, we are the renting guests living under a large Monitor lizard. Dawn coffee on the loggia, the jungle going to sleep. The movement of rain, pacing over green canopies. The wooden house creaks as the sun floats over blue mountains. Soon the tiffin carrier will arrive on her tricycle, bringing coconut rice wrapped in banana leaf, some pork dumplings. A meal shared with a cat and a huge reptile as we watch the hour uncoil.