Another neighbour in the building
I saw him from my balcony.
He Twisted up a plastic bag
and carefully hid it, under the tree.
He went back to his car and waited,
Then eventually, drove away.
I waited for hours until it was dark
To see if someone would collect it that day
When no one ever came to see
I gave up and went to bed.
Dreams of what could be inside
Racing through my curious head.
Morning came and I had to know
Of me, my nosiness got the best.
I ran outside and untwisted the bag
To find a very lively nest.
I dropped the bag and ran like hell!
Angry wasps were everywhere!
Now the only part I want to know
Is why he put it there....
The sirens of Manhattan
Make a sound we always hear,
Alerting all pedestrians
And traffic to stay clear.
It’s background noise that city folk
Don’t pay attention to,
The urban version of a field
Of cows all saying, “Moo.”
It doesn’t matter if the sound’s
From ambulance or police
Or fire engine; in a minute,
Urgency will cease.
New Yorkers will not raise their heads
To note the siren’s screech
Unless it stops right where they are,
A safety zone-type breach.
Then curiosity kicks in
And nosiness runs riot
Although, by then, the sirens have
Quite naturally, gone quiet.
The air is still
A feel of freshness is about
After a short sharp shower
Smell of grass and plants are overcoming
It is an old cemetery
Headstones all askew
Some overgrown with ivy
Like a brides veil it hides from view
Names and places
Of loved ones, hmm
Wonder if they called them that
When they were living at home
My nosiness overcomes me,
Scraping away some of the ivy
I read my name, a trifle disconcerted
I pull at the ivy looking for dates and where
Was dated today, I catch my breadth
Was this the beginning of my decline,
Only when I pulled myself together………..
I saw it was dated 100 years ago
Smiling I tidy the plants,
Making them look as though
they hadn’t been disturbed,
then I wondered, who was she!
How and why did she die?
Was she family from the past
I felt a tightening around my throat
Was she telling me she was murdered
Or warning me
gripping my throat I staggered away.
Watch this Space........
Penned 25/9/2016
Contest overgrown with vines