The fresh woft of roast ham
Although they will accept lamb
A beep of the air fryer
Their bellies full of desire
They would destroy this juicy meat
And see it as a sweet treat
Flowing throughout the house
The scent of freshly roasted honey hit their wet snouts
The excitement palpable, barks and shouts
The tension rises as it cools
Tails wag as they work out how to manipulate those fools
Eyes staring, not leaving their prize
The whimpers and the cries
All 3 ready to pounce
In their eyes no doubt
3 sets of eyes gazing into each moist slice
Only ham will suffice
All laid down, paws stretched
Drool flowing waiting for the slice of perfect
Their eyes never leaving me
Begging and pleading
Tongue licking their lips
As more drool drips
Finally their slice arrives at their mouth
2 seconds before it’s gone
I missed the autumn leaves this year.
I rested while they fell.
Tomorrow is another day
we'll hear the church's bell.
The days seem slightly shorter.
The sunshine rather keen.
Closer is the horizon
and night a cooler scene.
The smell of leaves surrounds me.
A wiff after a woft.
The wind shaping the future.
My fate become aloft.
Plastic drapes the gardens.
It's cold air sealed in.
Condensation top-side
and dust where sun has been.
There's trimmings by the roadside
bagged and tied with twine.
Pruned to end the season.
Clippings from the vine.
A garden hose gone missing.
Stored inside the shed.
Drained of all it's water
and exhausted in it's bed.
The dew upon the grass blades
beckoning the sun.
Each morning leaving sooner
as Autumn comes undone.
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